Delusion
Bitterness raged in her like a boil
She longed for control, possessed it
Only alone in her room, under dim light
Hated faces growing in her thoughts
Until all vanished but hers. She cried for them
Only until her waking returned the hate
Like recycled sewer gas. Then the phantoms-
Her mother, her brother, her sisters, past lovers-
Bayed at the window, or borrowed some sugar,
All of them after her…A small tree
In a vast Montana wilderness, certain that
The words spoken to her were about her,
That the earth breathed with her air. Like the movie queen,
Her mind a sound stage, she couldn’t bear
The thought that everyone everywhere performed without her.
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