A Brief Nightmare

A Brief Nightmare

I feel so immaculately old
the wind beats senseless
on the balcony of my mind
the pyjama pigeons squawk in the dismal night
Colonel Boredom catches my suspended kite-line
in his terrifying timeline
memories moan in grey flannel rags
ironed to look like souvenirs
the church bell tolls
a distant voice calls
‘you have arrived
please hold ready for us to seize your insides.’

by Enyu Lee
2017

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