sometimes when I’m sitting here writing and staring I get stuck and can’t move— time has no pace space has no time the night became day day became night the numbing of my seat tingles and shocks my back my mind is struck awe-struck by night lost to day— spun into a dream and spilled like milk the black fleck of type peppers the page and I iiiii….I sputter away….
©Jay Mora-Shihadeh
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