Mehnaz Sahibzada

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Enough About You

I drift beside you
in my gray coat, thinking
gray thoughts, down a street
clouded by sunlight.
I listen without blinking.
Plot songs, sing plot twists
while you talk,
my tongue baking
suicides.
You say,
What if this
whole city leaned
on eggshells?  No
nightingales, just pulses.
No ears, just voices.
Each day a wave
of romantic complications?
I dream the backbone
of a bear, the mouth
of a snake.
But I won’t fault myself
for cracking.  I
haunt my thoughts
like a ghost.  Feel
invaded when you state
your self-absorbed questions.

 

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