Door Meets Tray

Lines of traffic
at night’s seams.

A thump from too close
jolts you awake.

Love snores,
and hate jacks your shit.

You tell yourself your mind plays tricks
to keep from going crazy.

Don’t waste your fear
on empty space.

Looking for a flashlight
or other set of eyes.

The angle of the light
shifts on its own.

Things delicate to say
draw all ears to their crashing.

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