flip/switch.
the dark runs to corners:
unswept cobwebs, unmarked
graves of
lacewings.
mirror, mirror.
tessellate:
you
me
you
kaleidoscopic in the seven years’
worth of bad luck.
you come here with new eyes and
brand-new dockers. i
mend the broken siding in my mind’s eye.
prune the wisteria and uproot
ivy in handfuls.
i unconsciously check for
onion peel
underneath the kitchen sink.
the pantry
where one of the pups died.
the disappointment of eyes
bloodshot
but dry.
Oct 26, 2011
Oct 26, 2011 at 7:19 PM UTC
flip/switch.
the dark runs to corners:
unswept cobwebs, unmarked
graves of
lacewings.
mirror, mirror.
tessellate:
you
me
you
kaleidoscopic in the seven years’
worth of bad luck.
you come here with new eyes and
brand-new dockers. i
mend the broken siding in my mind’s eye.
prune the wisteria and uproot
ivy in handfuls.
i unconsciously check for
onion peel
underneath the kitchen sink.
the pantry
where one of the pups died.
the disappointment of eyes
bloodshot
but dry.
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