one too many
rabbit holes
landed you here
confined
in your mind
your memory
frag
mented
talks to the
dormouse
on alternate days
sometimes
you reach for
doors
no keys
no handles
mirrors
shatter
reflecting
a sequel
Missouri State Hospital
May 4, 2008
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American Sentence # 15
May 4, 2008One day the woods are brown bare. Overnight a green curtain is pulled across.
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