Post-eclipse

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Banged

my fists on it

as if I could smash the table

 

same phrase, same talk, same question, same

insinuation

 

I am tired of this recuring phase

I don’t want the sun

or the moon

 

I don’t want your

illumination, lunatic beam of love

your rebuke, your concern

 

I want

a total

eclipse

a continuous darkness

 

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