Awash in who-knows-what from
who-knows-where (capital county,
Henry),
dazed and stupor caused
either by
the lack of communication, or the invasion of such,
over-informed as of just…now…
or read-my-brain-waves waking REM
cycles.
Who knows what we’ve shared?
Only us, and,
sometimes, then even no.
we handled it.
In cavernous lake-fronts
on too-bright mornings;
taken care of.
Gentle words later,
Lasers passed with earth’s rotation,
bodies’ deep breath,
we are a fragmented whole.
Guesses to the winner of the night.
©MaryHannahSnider2014