Sentence

Just because we don’t think
about the sentence doesn’t mean
we don’t think about it.
The sentence works on us
in our sleep. A voice calls
from the balcony jarring
the dark and the audience
holds its breath, waiting.
We wake up, stumble
out to the gray morning
where the sentence waits
to swallow us again

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