Photograph by Duane Locke
self-recognition
I looked out window
Of the room with the closed door,
Saw that each passer-by had
In his grocery cart, a guillotine.
It was frightening to learn
I had so many selves,
As my neck was under the blade
Of each guillotine that passed.
Duane Locke
Posted over on Dead Drunk Dublin
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