Days and hours.

I was out too late to make my usual deadline; fortunately I have ways of stretching hours out and count my life by sleeps-and-awakes rather than by minutes, and so I am posting anyway. Because I can.

unless now we are to be considered enemies
silently regarding each other from across
a room still full of can't-we and would-she and
you refuse to understand that I am merely myself
choosing a barrage of liminal words pin my ghostly hands
to hold me under house arrest, to force me to understand my phantom crime.
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uuuuurgh. It's much too late to be trying. This is ridiculous ... and yet... I can't help it. Go on, keep...