The mind
blanks in the presence
of fun…
who’s that there,
smiling and laughing?
It’s not you. You
stay here as the other proceeds
willy nilly into the Big Empty.
You hold yourself apart
to dominate the explanation
you decide will justify
the abdication of identity.
Just a kid, you tell yourself,
I was just a kid coming out
to play. Back in the box now, Junior.
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