Reckoning
even as you wrap your black
cords about her, wriggle inside,
twist every word and remembrance,
know this
i am
whisper
of pale coins
dropped in
your back
pocket.
wait for it.
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.i reckon
.a riddle i can’t figure out, is it dementia?
.and in whose back pocket do you drop the coins?
.killer last line
Mr. Lally, you never fail to amaze me at your intuitive, insightful comments. The “addressed’ here could (purposefully) apply to one of a couple possibilities, and your thinking is…dang close. I needed the catharsis, and something to threaten. Glad you enjoyed.
love it!
Thank you!!