My Head The Convent

I don’t really want to discuss it,
the need to understand
makes it very hard
to love you.

What does my life mean
if I figure out the answer.

Silly rabbit.

My experience of life
is that of a cloistered nun
my head the convent
I walk quietly
through neural pathways
of ancient stone
and believe what I find
and stay comfortable
and sane
with my hope

and when I say “sane”
what I mean
is

Dead.

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Elan Mudrow

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Blogging about Theatre and Culture since 2013

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