Raised Voices Floating
Raised voices floating
froze me one foot
on the stairs. I was
a rabbit, so
inconsequential,
so nearly nothing,
a blur of furry panic
hop-running to some
future, a safety of frost
or fire, time’s pendulum
a mere weight.
It was
your anger that swung
from believer to skeptic,
stripping my skin from neck
to unlucky feet
while I stood still,
understanding only
the floor and its
pattern of smoke
and leaves.
Here’s what I
learned: to use
my ears first —
and then how
to use my eyes
to disappear
right before you,
the reverse of
being pulled out
of a magician’s hat.
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