Either, Or Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

Either, Or



When I saunter and eclipse
Past the rancid rooms,
I can feel the Sun’s
Vigorous flagellation.
The sepulchral silence
That stifles the chest
And the closed doors
Grin at me.

The stairs convolute
Themselves in a downward
Spiral
And I can hear
Conversations,
Tête-à-têtes in
Secret places,

And it’s either
I lost myself
or
I lost the world.

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