island 

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I limped into this room
& locked the door
just because I wanted
silence

starting the tap
I cup my hands
under the water
to drink
forsaking the glass
that has been
put there

(well
 someone else might have
 used it)

in the mirror
there is the face
of a shipwreck survivor
bleached out eyes
& haunted house
mouth

but no silence
still
the voices

voices like a
nest of nagflies
on the back of my neck
voices so loud
that I'm surprised I
can still hear my own

and still they tell me
yes
happiness is real
yes
love is real
yes
faith is real
yes
society is real
& yes
all that you had forgotten
while you were alone
is still real

of course
I say
yes
it's all real
sure
but I still miss
my island

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