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Oct 2016
is God by your bedside
weeping against the bookcase
and the cabinets in the
kitchen, filled with long
grain rice shudder and
tremble, vibrating against
their hinges --
it's all over the floor, you say.

it's all over the floor.
something I had written in my journal from July.


(c) Brooke Otto 2016
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