Tagged: wallpaper

there is nothing that

there is nothing that
wraps you closer to
home than the faint
recognition of old
wallpaper, on the
surface so solid
and cold, under-
neath, a soft
familiar defense
.
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with cold knees and colder
feet, she still stands broken
at parties, reluctantly interlaced
into roomfuls of dispensable
dialogue, vacuous gazes –
wondering if tonight was
another attempt to endorse
or defy darwin. her hand grips
an empty party cup, orange
pulp drying the better parts
of her conversation
.
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