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from the September 2014 issue

Mad Marathon

And my window flees
Followed by my doors
My chair is in a rush, too
I’m left standing in the middle of a bare room

The room can’t withstand the volume of the loneliness
It starts shaking
Badly
Threateningly
Urging me to leave, too

But where to
I can’t open my doors
Can’t fly away from my windows

The room leaves, too
I utter these words:

Mad marathon
Mad marathon

July, 2014

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