A Straight Line
you know
you no longer wonder
whether a straight line is what happens next
you stutter
you become a broken jagged line for a while
but only for a while
a second
not even a minute
and then there is a prolonged noise
it is not hazy
it is lighter than white whiter than white
people accept this
and they nod and you go.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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