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poem: a pink flux

Deductive disciplines
lead me nowhere
spatial entities
float about me
calling me by name
but i cannot hear them
a form suitable for adults
a fading form of your image
disappearing
as if you were never there
unsuitable
ambiguous and inexact terms
are all that come to mind
i’m in a fug
a pink flux
a blue funk
you try to reason me
out of it
but naturally your subject matter
is a heavy weight
that sinks me farther in
i am confined in
the inevitable consequences
of lives past
and now
gone.

– marya ophir