Conforming Norms
The neighbors ask if I’m ok.
I smile, nod, walk quietly away
into a dark soundless room
that the dog and I occupy.
Home is a fortress island,
a silent well.
I float the moments by
until the day stands still.
“Stand and deliver,”
a voice keeps calling.
“Pass the bonbons,” I say.
“I am too tired to fight.”
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