Imaginarium

Poem

Where I am is sometimes a stage
where nothing is scarier than a voice

Slipping

Sometimes a library
with blank-page books
placeholder chapters I would have written

Had I not been myself

Where I am is an imaginarium for curtains
holding off floodlights
in cheerful palettes

We'll never be able to see

Where I am there are no mirrors
only us

Staring at each other