2/02/2021

Full House


You now find yourself in a cloud of ghosts,

failing, just like them, to remain invisible,


muttering and complaining about the food 

I set out for you at night, how it’s just too much


to keep you from disappearing for good. 


[LSS, 2/2/21]


Householding


Neatness counts 

is the lie

people tell you

when they walk away

from the mess 

they expect you

to clean up.


[LSS, 2/2/21]


The Accident Foretold 


I tripped because

I wrote about 


falling in a poem, 

and then I read


a story you wrote, 

and I became confused


about the nature

of gravity.


[LSS, 2/2/21]


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