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Jennifer Pruiett-Selby

Conflicted

 

Even shadows know

   better than me.

 

Shapes crawl along,     routing &

trapped.          Mirror-glance over shoulder

 

& power down. You blink

       & I see darkness. Sleep

 

the couches.

 Draw self-portraits on my face.

 Write letters for you

 

to decipher.                   Dust divides

thought expansions,      sweep over

 

sketch away.                 Eat my resolve down to

labyrinth, unplugged signals,

  without touch.

 

Though I’m conflicted.

 

Burrow into deep corners,

       black holes dissolving

 

acidic as saliva.            A new skin &

brilliant white afterbirth,

 so stoic

scraping raw shells, rotting cells multiply

 

You will survive,                     speak

vacuous hieroglyphics.           Unscrew

 

the cap,

      a glass of dark water with my pill.

My liver metabolizes this substance

 

& I’m embalmed in

white calm            in this room. To join the shadows

 

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