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I plead the 4th

people are speaking to me,
thinly and echo-like.
I watch from above, my love.
(or across, down, sooner, later)
“do you want another pillow?”
“I don’t think he can hear you, Karen.”
“blink once for yes, twice for no.”
I have trouble working those old fleshy levers.
such meat.
they say come back, they say don’t leave.
I see contorted faces.
but, really, they shouldn’t worry.
I say don’t worry, but can’t spell it in winks.
I am the explorer, now.
Of a different plane.
We’ll meet again
don’t know where
don’t know when
but I know we’ll meet again
some sunny day.

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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.

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