She waits like an aspiring actress
at a line-up, waiting to be picked
for an audition, waiting
to be the star of the show.
She hawks you as you whirl
around like a revolving door,
not sure where you were going.
We watch as you wait
for the panes to smack you
and catch you in between them
before you will wake and walk again.
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