Today's poem is by Kristine Ong Muslim
This loneliness is obviously misplaced,
pure as a body saddled with sentience.
Its static is pre-arranged. Its breath, foggy.
It stalks the way light engulfs an unlit spot.
I wait for it to lose its steam, to catch its
reflection on the mirror by the bathroom sink.
I am sure it will be surprised by its stillness.
I am sure it is wondering where that dull ache lives.
Copyright © 2016 Kristine Ong Muslim All rights reserved
from A Roomful of Machines
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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