Poetry · Writing

Nameless Timeline

It shouldn’t matter

but it does.

Filed away

my blue name

till it ran clear.

Mirror shows

a family man

with two kids,

I don’t know

their names.

They ask for mine.

Blink, and they still

stand. Pillow is too soft

Reality too sharp

and the bells too loud.

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