and one way to manage

to preserve Their urbane marriage

was to vow to make me vanish

from Him – my face, my voice, my poems, banished

“fo-cus!!!

We’re off to Berlin — and Paris!”

but here i Am—- still

full of wild

&

full of warning:

that no matter how far They may travel

She knows He dreamt me in Her stead

so, i live inside Her head,

beyond Her dark and vacant eyes

inside Their stale and fresh, new lies

shadowing Their past and future skies

Vow / draft version

and one way to manage

to stay with Their marriage

was to vow to make me vanish

from Him.

my face, my poems, banished

focus! we’re goin’ to Berlin – and Paris!

but here, i Am — still

full of wild

full of wile

full of warning:

that no matter how far She may travel

She knows He dreamt me in His bed

instead.

so i live inside Her head

undead.

behind Her black and scary eyes

in all Their stale and fresh new lies

haunting Their past and future s/miles