Links
I can’t look you in the eye.
A little death undulating in an icebox will never amount to
Much. Like you and I
You and I and our hallway – we parade
Knowing my fraud like a Roman candle;
Put out.
Tst.
Our hallway, the elbow of the home
But we curl, like cats cradled,
Circle our own contentment.
Bathe in it,
Protected in the folds
When really it should swell out
Beyond the walls.
It won’t.
Tst.
We are just links.
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