shadow hour by Betania TeschI've taken to talking with your shadow
in the thinned hour of diaphonous night
between sleep starvation
and the alien greenglow of my stereo system,
in which you appear
a featureless sensation
pricking my spine with your
gracile but duplicitous ghostfingers
your image, a cross-hatched sketch
of underexposed memories,
a swampy mess of greys,
conjured up for comfort
earlier in the evening
when I was lucid enough
to be lonely for you,
now left over and distorted,
a time traveler with lacivious intentions,
malleable to my nearly-concious thoughts
Just before I awaken
from the brief lunacy of this acquaintance
I say to your spectre,
"Yes, I feel you." 07/17/2002 Posted on 07/17/2002 Copyright © 2024 Betania Tesch
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