November 8, 2017

Storytelling

I self-censor constantly. I tell the magic to Stop! 

Tell the magic things like Whisper 

into the ears of another and 

I’m not ready yet. The magic obliges—

that polite, calculating little fucker. 

The magic has its tricks, too, this I know, but still,

I fall for...

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