hollow

ref calls a head strike
face mask reeks of salt and mold
ouch! my empty mind

Yes, it's easy to fool myself into thinking I have the Zen composure needed to excel at bamboo sword fighting. But one good whack on the noggin clears that fog pretty fast.

seek

comfort, finally
old futons are plaster hard
ah! my leg's asleep

Agitation

deception grieves in
leaps, brokenhearted, silky,
wrenched with memory.



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