How to Dissapear by Rae Armantrout.


You had been swinging restlessly
between the appearance of spontaneity
and the appearance of serious thought.

You had been changing lanes
after a glance
in a mirror honest about
its tendency to distort.

What choice did you have?

It was soothing to watch
wisps of smoke
from a nearby chimney
one by one.


Do you like pulses,

ridges, ripples
stretching into obscurity?

Would you prefer a flicker
to a steady light source?

This one stutters


as if it could hold something
in reserve

Hi all my darling avids. Here is your poem of the day 🙂 I think we all have days where we wish we could disappear. I hope you enjoy it and have a blessed day.

God bless 🙂

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