Floating down the condiment aisle
you take an exacto knife
to a jigsaw puzzle
then kick back in your cork-lined study
and examine the refractory periods
of passersby in your dream.
It's not the first time.
Your hope of rehabbing yourself
was pre-empted, the stalled vehicles
edging into the crosswalk.
You've received accolades for revamps,
revamps that will fail to deliver
as if the last actor on earth
is auditioning for the part of you.
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| Robert and Shana ParkeHarrison |