athazagoraphobia

Joseph Pinto, the barflypoet

‘athazagoraphobia’

tucked under your arm. fashioned for your palm. where you had gone i went and nothing had been so glorious. to be seen in silence. to be chosen without whoring the moral halo circling my tongue. but through my stagnancy your creases grew and grew and for all the times i asked up you set me down. free from your fingers a space snipped one thread by one the comfort i thought we’d woven. now a basket full robs the singularity i once grasped. your laughter skipping through that awful open door i’ve come to learn as maturity but all the filling stuffed inside my guts never prepared me for that.

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athazagoraphobia:

the fear of forgetting,

being forgotten or ignored;

or being replaced

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