reflections

these people
they aren’t real human beings
simply reflections
visions of what
I could have looked like
if I’d eaten more cake
eaten less cake
gone back to school
biked more
decided yellow was my favourite
learned to juggle
learned to settle
gave up
never took no for an answer

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bernard s. barnes

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The wandering lover’s final, lingering hope

look for her with self-imposed singularity
set yourself, like a ball on the tee
destined for impact
air, hover, and fall

the fall is disappointment
emptiness, doubt, and pain
avoid the fall
accept she’s gone

reflections of me

look for her with self-imposed singularity set yourself, like a ball on the tee destined for impact air, hover, and fall

the fall is disappointment emptiness, doubt, and pain avoid the fall accept she’s gone

look for her with self-imposed singularity
set yourself, like a ball on the tee
destined for impact
air, hover, and fall

the fall is disappointment
emptiness, doubt, and pain
avoid the fall
accept she’s gone