368 Feet from the Power Alley Wall

Lori’s fevered pitch
shouted essential body language
doctrine conjurations.

They were more delusions
than black magic—
she added somatic components.

Our living together
fell apart
to a distance of a baseball throw.

I mean I was out in left field
trying to decipher
her definition of home.

copyright © 2022 Kenneth P. Gurney

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