Sallipraxius
by Tom Murphy


“What is this idea here?”
She wanted him to unpack his thought

Pick them over and burn those that were
In her mind abhorrent.

She pointed to the words he had typed.
“Do you even know what you’re saying?” Silence.

“You need to unpack these thoughts
that are stacked upon themselves.”

“What good will that do. I feel safer
having the lone key to the whole kit

and caboodle.” She looked at him,
knowing he was paranoid. She was paranoid

too, though she had substantiated she couldn’t be
paranoid. She had written a book to prove that.






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