Unlikely Mike
by Michael R. Burch
I married someone else’s fantasy; I loved her for her heart’s sake, and for mine. And in the dark I danced — slight, Chaplinesque — the undiscerning ones, that in the glow Disfigured to my soul, I could not lose another of life’s odd dichotomies, as pale, as enigmatic. White, or black? |
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