Post Teenage Daydream

(Photo: Self portrait “bare faced selfie” of Susan Kirschbaum/Sept 2019)

I suspect he’s got borderline personality disorder

“You’re always leaving me…” He says

But we’re already gone…

He and I

I imagine he gets lost in his drugs

The way I get lost in ballet

I imagine he gets lost in music

Same way my father did 

Same way I get lost…

In the tales in my head

That make it to my body,

That make it to the page

We are genii, 

He and I

Protected in talents 

That no one can touch

Shields to the world

Covers to the cracks in our mirrors, 

His on the opposite side of mine,

Put them together and they shatter all illusions

So dangerous is LOVE.

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