A Real Person

There’s this woman I always go to

when I need a verbal slap,

she has the ability to see through anything

and I’ve begun a game with her,

we started hiding the truth from each other.

It’s now an object we left on a table,

lost in the chaos of an imaginary living room.

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About Sean O'Gorman

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

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