The Stars Are Its Background

There is something in this room,

It is staring at me.

It’s showing me beauty

As a woman, out on the road.

There is something in this room,

It keeps breathing on me,

It is telling me what to do.

It’s showing me the pen outside

And that I should go wallow.

There is something in this room,

It keeps grabbing the back of my collar,

It wants to choke me.

Squirming and writhing,

Until my face is blue.

©Ramon Sturdivant

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