It's Still Life

Trap

if my prose
speak in tongues,
are my words
disguised, and

is a trap
a trap
when sprung
without a mouse, or

a teacup when it’s
filled with milk, or
a clock without
two hands, and

is it dawn
if you can’t sleep,
and is it fear
without a fright.

and is your disguise
real, or not.

Poetic Aside’s Day 2: “Disguise”