nothing revealed
eventually she went back to nothing
not even black. nothing. she
always knew she was
nothing. i didn’t
know it. i
thought
she
was a
princess
that’s how
she knew i was
mad. that was the
imbalance. i tried to
hold it all together. to juggle
between my projection. and the
empty reality. of course it couldn’t
work. if you hold nothing up to the light
the rays pass through
she knew that
that’s why
she was
always
running
away. the
intensity of
the drama of
the running away
seemed like something
it deflected me from her
lack of substance. the last
time i saw her it was years after
the events that led to my breakdown
and subsequent incarceration in the nuthouse
she sat down opposite me
late as usual
and the
same
stream
of nothing
came tumbling
out of her juicy lips
but the lips weren’t so
juicy anymore. years of that
incessant cigarette smoking had
dried them up and this time when all
the same old inanities and platitudes rained
down on me i finally got it.
i looked at a shadow
and saw that it
was nothing
she put
her hand
out to console
me and when i jerked
back with a shudder she
got the message and ran out
back into the night
back into
nothing
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