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Particulars

by B. K. Mox

Compulsive about particulars,
she harnessed her impatience
as she wandered in a maze
of extraneous details.

Struggling to swim through this wretched maze,
feeling tears crawl down her cheeks,
she howled at life’s particular injustices.

Then suddenly it seemed
she stepped into some other country
of low and cynical spirits
shedding particulars like a virus.

She watched with a voyeur’s lonely heart
their discreet little victory dance
and deep belly chuckling sputters
while scooping up tears like a bundle of sticks.

She envied their steady incremental
mode of accomplishment
of looping strings of lighted tears
while conducting interviews with themselves
and the ghosts of tea stains left behind.
For they could face no human companions
while enjoying the nearness of earth.

Reeling from this font of spontaneous surprises
with an audible drop of bones and groans,
she eagerly put her pen to page
to capture particulars as fast as they came
and harvest her tears from this maze

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