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Jul 2017
I put tape on the floor.
I wanted to see if it would stick to the carpet,
and what shapes I could make.
I made a square
which is no surprise
and I got in it.
(A box metaphor...how original)
I got more tape
and I added walls,
maybe because that's what I'm supposed to do,
but mostly because that's what my hands know how to do.
Tape, tape, and more tape.
I build a roof, a door, a little fence, and a welcome mat.
Come and meet my family the tape people
I say,
Oh how darling
says a voice from somewhere.
That's weird because I'm in my living room,
more tape then,
I block out the light
and the noise
and the people,
but It's not enough.
I put it over my ears and my eyes for good measure,
(Oh how darling, says the mute voice)
Oh thank god
I think.
Ever write something and have no idea what it means?
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     Wilder and Paul Jones
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