Shadows

I had a dream that the sun couldn’t touch me,

so I carried a cardboard cut out

just to look real enough to cast a shadow.

I must have looked funny,

because people kept laughing

and between those smiles

I caught myself,

eyes glued to the pavement,

emotionally dense

and defending myself

in a flat,

empty voice.

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About Sean O'Gorman

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

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