In Another Life
Maybe I was a drama teacher
like the one who inspired me.
Maybe I stood on a New York stage,
in a play collapsing.
Maybe I opened a studio
for kids
a doorway of laughter,
halls filled with music.
Maybe I lived abroad,
teaching English,
cold coffee at dawn,
wine at sunset,
the city rustling
as I watched from my balcony.
Maybe I’m still in LA,
missing my son
after drop off,
counting bills,
measuring time.
If time is money,
who am I serving
death
or the system?
Because I want to live
all the lives at once,
after every swan song I sing
To be reincarnated again.
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By Instinctraps









