distracted by an awkward kind of lingering hunger
residing in my bones
the sun shines through a tibetan wall hanging
onto that cursed bed that in the past
represented innocence.
now i lie, bare-thighed
on those sheets that held me
after the fall.
in both hands i hold two secrets that
i’m failing at keeping.
a juggling act with two left hands
and lying eyes.
so I spend the days with ball and chain in tow
nights before the audience of this brothel
and for someone else’s sake,
i mourn the morning after.

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