Flicker Lit
by A. A. Parr
for the occupant of Suite 108

Once, I saw you look at me,
long, across
the crowded hall
and thought you knew

me
who I was
who I wasn't

When I pass your open office
and see you sat behind
the consumed desk
dark but flicker lit

I think
I might just
know you too
 

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