Of Such Are Other Worlds Formed
One hand raised she pauses, staring
into spaces beyond. She whispers,
speaking to an invisible someone.
A pan in one hand hangs forgotten as the
other hand bathes in hot water, because
this fantasy will not wait
until the dishes are done, because
insistent ephemera must be spoken to immediately
while they are
there/not there and will be
much too much farther off
if she waits.
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