Myself Poem by Mary Kate Crowe
Myself
there's something about
dust floating in a slant of light in a dark room
which haunts me
there's something tragic
in the way the specks of nothing
are illuminated
maybe
it
reminds
me
of
myself
Dust floating in light doesn't haunt me at all. In fact, when I was a kid, one of my favorite things was to watch the particles of dust floating. That used to fascinate me.
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5/5/2024 3:12:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Hmm.