A roll of toilet tissue
and an old wired telephone.
The ladybug trapped alone
flies where it already flew
through the winter house. One shoe
with no laces. The dust blown
at each insect landing zone,
bug marks, the only shapes new.
No aphids to eat inside.
A piano. Brittle books.
No plants outside in the snow.
Eight chairs. All directions tried.
One green scarf, one grey, on hooks.
Naming things. The chance to know.
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Freedom From The Wild
Freedom From The Wild/Lost In Metonymy
Real Estate Gothic
The Question For Frankenstein’s Friend
“And do you dream?”
*
I had planned on putting this up
at the end of this week on Friday,
but since I finished over the weekend
instead of working into the week,
I decided to start the week with it.
It was a very fun weekend, completing this.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll do an afterward
describing some of the process.
Freedom From The Wild
Freedom From The Wild/Lost In Metonymy
Real Estate Gothic
The Question For Frankenstein’s Friend
“And do you dream?”
*
I had planned on putting this up
at the end of this week on Friday,
but since I finished over the weekend
instead of working into the week,
I decided to start the week with it.
It was a very fun weekend, completing this.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll do an afterward
describing some of the process.
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