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Wednesday: Court Date.
I roll over in my winter sheets,
Half expecting to see your face-
Half knowing it won’t be there:
It never has been.
I wind myself up and dive;
Not into liquid, no,
But into my mimes box.
I can find my way out or breathe,
Though nothing is there,
Letting myself be eyed behind my make-up
On the street corner
Only to entertain the public.
I put on my clown face:
A big, red, fake smile across my mouth;
Covered up scars of sitcom LInES.
I am a measly character doing what viewers want.
My mimes ways now set out to the world-
I walk out the door-
Not even to the court house yet-
When I am being asked questions;
They ask with wavering eyes;
Mental images stroll alongside credits-
Famous actors known by millions.
That background character moves along
With what they think is an invisibility cloak,
But what is only a plastic bag.
Broad daylight breeches:
Walking this alley is not as feared as before.
Just to get away from them all…
Who are you?
Who am I?
I am scared, even with a security anklet
That lights the way red with every other
Down this troubled way,
I pass my past,
Push through the present,
And pray to god to stop my future.
God does not listen well…
Being dragged to the stand,
I am re-welcomed by the wavering eyes,
Not to mention the Judge themselves.
Question after question after question,
(My fingers crossed over the holy book).
Lie low like a dog!
The fatal trick has never failed me;
Deceit of information and
Death in oneself.
Finally, I can be free of them!
Indeed, I am in another box,
But I can be me;
Not what you want me to be.
And yet, alas, again I lie:
These ladies are here for a reason.
They are not what they seem.
It is time to lie again and return to my