Place
The art on my walls are falling
down, one by one
the glue that held them up
through last winter
is letting go—
they say
it's the humidity of this place
that makes things, people,
never wanting to stay too close,
too long, together.
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My dearest Jesse, You really have this ability to give a meaning to things and objects that could almost make me believe that they are not where and what they are purely by chance...
ReplyDeleteThanks to open in words all the beauty inside you, that you try to hide when we are together...
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