Notes

There’s a replay going on,
one that insists on telling,
in the bad senses
and will hopefully
be ending soon.
I can hear them
talking to themselves
and I can see
that fatal eye contact
that’s being held aside,
waiting for the right moment
when someone other than myself
would notice
and remember what was said.

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About Sean O'Gorman

Spoken Word poet from Ottawa. View all posts by Sean O'Gorman

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