I am not a difficult person especially when sleeping
but last night, well, to whom do I apologize?​

I lost my shoes, first one and while looking for it​

the other slipped off​

like a backward Cinderella​

at the end of the dream​

I was barefoot​

and alone​

to whom do I complain?​

this morning I left my shoes behind​

this was not a gesture of apology​

nor an ode to fairy tales​

but a simple human glitch​

I forgot my shoes in the way people forget a hat​

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meteorite crows everywhere​

the lake so wild will not have me​

frantic gulls​

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the wind passes through me properly like blood​

to whom do I tell this story?​

to whom do I whisper​

this is marvellous​

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