Knock, Knock
Another gorgeously fraught room, audience to airs of wilting bloom,
her parachute's imploding slow motion--her touching down--drawn up,
dissolve in time to interrupt neither transaction (there were two
relationships, two paper dolls).
Another classic me and you arrangement, point blank as the walls
each pair of stenciled petals clasps. And so he came to dream himself
the room, the keyhole to the room another coextensive dream.
And so we all could take our seats.
-Alec
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