fearing the

Phantom

that lurked in Shadows…
 
 
Doddering Old Man

favored Sun

–Killing time.

Basks in

ephemeral,

(nonetheless)

Reaching out–

–Letting go.

in both instances,

the fist is unfurled.

I

dreamed

I

woke up

weeping

waking

I

wept

for

that

dream

Candace does what Candace can,

handles scandals like a man,

Fran’s more frantic

frankly funny—

demanding all of Mandy’s money.

swipe on

pretend,

dress near

in

–clashing clues—

stand up

loose,

an I shirt, too

don

go away’s

. . .

but

linger

on shaky ground,

I skirt the sinkhole. . .

round and

round and

round

I run

edges crumbling

underfoot

–doors bangin’

house gone,

wind still

but not calm

–so still,

I only hear

that damned b*tch

Sue.

dopplering the past

(tense)

Sue.

Sue sighs.

(and she already had)

over again,

and I can’t believe–

won’t

C A N N O T

believe–

don’t

she

returned.