the underneath of it, not hidden, but not visible.
i tell them to run their hands across the surface
.like Helen Keller.
simple. this is a plane
and to continue off the surface
feeling nothing under their palm
this, too, - the same plane
do you feel it?
nothing has changed.
and so the underneath of it is not visible
nor is it hidden the underneath of it
is not visible nor
is it hidden
and so when we no longer are across the table
with our big (or little) hands resting on the surface
of it or anything
this, too,
do you feel it?
nothing has changed.
or, as long as you don't feel it, rather,
- excuse me -,
as long as you don't feel it
nothing has changed.
...the junk drawer of my mind... look if you want. you might find dreams scraps (maybe featuring you?), poem scraps, ideas unformed or abandoned, dried out sharpie pens, 37 cent stamps, lies and red-herrings, lip-gloss and assorted dangling and/or misplaced modifiers.
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