Sense of Other
(classmates and otherness)
mental locks
wrapped in chains
Felt at home since they started moving
reading stories in symbols
my symbols,
their symbols,
not the other
the self
twice repeated
centuries reflected
mirrored
around blurred edges
within who
every
one wishes
they did not
notice
homeless or placeless
we have to define a home
we are the less
we are the other
they
telling time through
foot beats
beating
through the night
knowing the
swings
of a city
ghost images
we can’t
see through
transit
we felt at
home since we
started
moving
the other
or the
double?
When does
the other
obscure
and turn
into
occurring
dream
the other
is the interior doorway
opened at
the crossroads
peering
through glass windows
they see
what we refuse to
hear.
the other
is invisible
living
within the cracks
in
sidewalks
painted.
A Name
Her name
changed
(twice)
she calls
her self at night
collecting
the letters
needed
and start
again
who does
know
which name
she always
is
never have
her
shadows
fallen
(twice)
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