After a series of conversations

If the me is me and the you is you, Where does the machine begin? I toss a coin about my fingers, through motions that teases the outcome. But the coin is never flipped in the air, just flipped carelessly from one tip, to another, and often shared somewhere in the space we don't have a name for between fingers. The air outside the world of this slow motion life crispens and cooks itself daily. But a lockdown means a lockdown, and I dare not rove outside.


Poet's bio: Matthew Ryan Dunn or known by his pen name gYromAncY, has been writing for a number of years. He is a poet and short story writer.

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