Experience

I lived a parenthetical life.
Extra black ink.
Explanation.

Afterthought.

I am two sentences
swaddled on rag paper.
Summation.

Ellipsis.

The intentional omission
from someone else’s
life.

Myself alone.

Incomplete in loneliness.
Satisfied in aloneness.
Exiled?

Two cents worth.

I felt ecstasy five times.
I never found the words
to describe it.

copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney

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