A discomfort has crept into the scene . . .
OK, but what's going to happen will happen, yes? . . .
Tell me, have you packed a picnic lunch? . . .
We hold our breaths as companions of the dying
and zoom in to color-code innuendoes
tabled from past table-reads . . .
There was a beginning
something bespoke as is so often the case
in this word-flurried world
with dwellings conjured from sand . . .
You're about to reserve your spot in the moment
which will proceed as these moments typically do
approaching a fork . . . and then? . . .
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| Leila Forés |