Strange Bedfellows [04]: Nothing Is Stranger

Nothing Is Stranger

than what we settle down with every night ––
our bodies in the turned-on dark, its flight
into the swirling of the nowhere lights.

Nothing is stranger than what we truly own,
forgetting, when we can, that it’s on loan:
nothing is stranger than our comfort zone.

Nothing is stranger than what wraps us up
a butcher’s parcel of flesh and bones and dream-stuff
out of which pokes the lover or the killer.

Nothing is stranger than our old familiar.

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Couple Asleep on Bus by Mark Granier

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