Just An Empty Chest Poem by Justin Tallman
Just An Empty Chest
The thing about eyes
is that
they stare
at everything
at every detail
and at times
they stare
at me
They watch me
watch me move
analyzing the smallest
twitch
and ask
'What the hell was that?
Why did that happen?
Did it bother you?
Has it happened before? '
So I dig
a desperate hole
deep into my head
to uncover buried treasure
Just an empty chest
with no answer
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