Certainly not my best work, not that it matters. An odd piece... Experimental revival of some older techniques of mine.
Who?

she asks,

grin in place,

laughter on the tip of her tongue,

ready to escape and sing into the world.

You?

she asks,

eyes alight with sparkling humor,

fingers still in anticipation of the attack.

No

she says,

dancing away like herself,

singing to anyone who cares to listen,

and I'm already the past.

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