where’s my cue
what’s my line
where the hell’s
the exit sign?
always a page missing
pieces left over
the wrong sized wrench
holes that don’t fit
if you ever need someone
don’t look in the mirror
don’t let them hear you
talking to yourself
and whatever you do
don’t ever tell them
your deepest fears
and if someone,
some stranger,
asks you out of the blue
“what do you want?”
don’t answer
just walk away
– T.H.
