how long to realize not all the voices are your own?

how to distinguish the thoughts, to tell them apart?

with no face

no sound

no names



Ou est la reine noire?

i awoke in the realm of the black queen

her king nearby

at odds but not argument

threes to nines and back

The white queen awoke

sifting through jacks

debating what had happened

did the red one exist?

Did she not?

i slid back up

slipping into the red queen’s rooms

she laughed that they had forgotten her

she laughed that they knew it

shuffling her hearts

until the rooks fell and the knights flew

and breaking glass sounded like

the tinkling joy of all three

to nines

then back again

What would you do?

defining crossroads

laid out before me

the choice between two

on pointed toes

at the tip of the metronome

weighing out wants

to fall to the left

steps play out a hard course

years of work

debts racked up high

for knowledge acquired

my being offering help to others

leaving hidden dreams of family

to haunt dusty corners

to fall to the right

plays out difficult steps

years of work

not a sure thing

dependent on the agreement of another

tears at night

silly arguments

bright smiles and laughter abound

one is for me

one is for us

an us that doesn’t quite exist

take a chance of a sure thing


jumping into hope

knowing that there can be a deep hurt at the bottom

I know what I chose

balancing on that point, staring into my futures

it scares me

I may be forced to take the second choice

what else to do?

What would you choose?