Clean Up After Yourself

Hold your applause
Speak into the microphone
Open locked doors
hindering thoughts & suppositions
[yes, you hold the key]

It’s too late to ask of me
questions I can’t answer
truthfully or not
depending on the twist of plot
wringing out the pain
from the tablecloth
of an uneaten meal
where all we wanted was
[a drink & pleasant chatter]


Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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