boards angled,
slanting downward
between my ankles.
front and back,
not on the sides,
solid across my shin,
planted to the spot.
wall behind me;
leaning backwards
with my weight
balanced.
other people too;
my left and right;
don't remember faces;
not interested.
three days
feels like forever.
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 4:50 AM UTC
boards angled,
slanting downward
between my ankles.
front and back,
not on the sides,
solid across my shin,
planted to the spot.
wall behind me;
leaning backwards
with my weight
balanced.
other people too;
my left and right;
don't remember faces;
not interested.
three days
feels like forever.
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