You run into your mirror image in a parking lot . . .
Words tumble out, collide . . .
Screens refresh, avalanche . . .
The pain of updates . . .
Later you escape to Netflix,
before descending into a maelstrom . . .
Again, you review what's happened . . .
What's happening . . .
Too much at stake? . . .
You had trouble last time, yes? . . .
Let's not kid ourselves . . .
Why put yourself through this? . . .
Why go there? . . .
The honesty? . . . The openness? . . .
The honesty of openness? . . .
Surely, you can conjure a better reason . . .
Something more palatable with . . .
With what? . . . The heart as lonely hunter? . . .
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| Antonio Palmerini |