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December 19, 2011 / Keely

Venetian Blinds

When I think about
the lines
that fell between the slats
of your Venetian blinds—
I’d watch the shadows
play like bars across my face—
I feel misplaced.

where’d I put my keys last night?
I know it made sense
when I waltzed through the door,
feet ‘bout half-a-foot off the floor,
But I’ll chalk it to forgetfulness.
Or faulty memory;
sometimes I get confused
& I lose that firm grasp on reality.

(you still make me weak at the

So when I find those keys,
it’s strange,
how when I feel found,
I just feel loss again.

Written by Devin Marco Thomas

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