a never-kiss

kisses hot imaginaire to separate from not-thin air to turn from him, never known to find the sun and call it home to extricate from ties that bind to slip from not-arms in the mind how to kill a form not real a ghost a spirit a thought a feel a dancing sprite tugs me through

my mask

 the best hiding place I ever found during hide and seek was when I was 10yrs old and hid by sitting at the kitchen table in broad view, no one found me i spill out from behind every mask i try to wear it’s pointless … i always see me so i hide inside my