Skipped Notes

Your ears like space–
empty and open.
Tiny hairs like thorns, my
words shred like mozzarella.

Too many times you wore
disguises over my shoulder.
Trivial and tainted,
no shoe nor Cinderella.

Studied Dostoevsky, Polanski,
seagulls floundering at bay…
Found no answer for you,
acid through my umbrella.

This tug-of-war of truth, I am
ripped like teeth at the dentist chair.
You author no return,
not one page of novella.

Am I the skipped notes on your record,
or just a mouse caught in some trap?
Seems you were always away,
I stayed lying in your lap.

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Key Words : Thorns, Empty, Disguise

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