Spooky Loops

– I look better dead –
the kid with slick hair says
He puffs spooky loops
in an open sash window
still trying to impress me

Our boarders drift – then
drag across brushed floors
Traces of loneliness left
by jumpy new arrivals
to be mopped up

I recall that first touch
Covering his ears and eyes
from sounds and darkness
he wasn’t used to – Today
he holds the smallest ones

Says it’s all right, don’t ask
When I plead for mortal bits
in trying to restore memory
Instead he jokes about returning
Sparks provide nightlights

Our perfect imperfect nobodies
learn to match their doubts
and how choosing a mate
feels better for the time being
We close shutters on their world


© Monique (starfish_72)

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