N. Abler


Yes, we carried them out
In stylish fashion
Dare we be seen as broken glass

Only one label sufficed
while the invisible tears demonized
Crying out steady encores

A card was like cash
Though the pin plucked the scab
Each time, the shadow grew darker

Who bestowed upon me
the gift of gab? Was it in my blood?
Can I explain even my own death?

I watch as I do
Beside myself, who or what smiles
back in the mirror?
Nothing changes even with a new light bulb

But, I know my name
And I can change
Anytime I want

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