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