Abandoned funhouse mirror maze
I’d been in need of something
sturdy to stand next to
because your kiss was so
violent that it bruised
and had purpose but that was
before now and after then
and I know why you had to leave
Now I have empty buckets filled
with blank letters that I’ve
wanted to send had I not known
they’d be returned for
insufficient address or piled
in a heap under your front door’s
abandoned mail slot
When we were small I called a gavel
a ‘hammer’ which makes sense with the
kangaroo court ball peen justice
you have delivered to me with
such velocity that
my fingertips are still numb
While you’ve been gone
I leapt from such great heights
onto my head to induce amnesia
so I could forget my longing and
loss of you
To lure you home I have built
a castle from an
abandoned funhouse mirror maze
so that you can
kiss yourself better
at every turn
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