Persuasion

The shadow dancers return
Questioning and dissecting
The minutiae of my life

I light another cigarette
Splash more rum into my glass

Remember the woman
Who hung herself behind the barn

Faith can no longer be my escape hatch

I whisper to the birds

I can still be a hope merchant
If I don’t run away from my footsteps in my shadow


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