Sabrina Fair
My Illusions
memories in my pocket
promise in my hands
one eye in the socket
that can blink on command
*
somewhat disconnected
I'll rebuild who I am
happily, dejected
often caught in up, a jam
*
going through all the motions
with my Sunday best on
a dingy on the ocean
waiting anxiously for Amazon
*
a special delivery
meant only for me
self-contradictory beauty
from my family tree
*
a touch on my shoulder
from a stranger I should know
didn't know I had grown older
lost in my own afterglow
*
an empty skull, full of questions
a fractured heart, with doubt
a thoughtful suggestion
the backdoor, way out
*
no sense for the senseless
and some morphine on tap
a work still in progress
with my hands in my lap
*
my daily illusions
show up right on time
to avoid the confusion
I will label them, mine
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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