I look up at my ceilings On the days when I feel That there is something I must do And when I look to the left Away from the ceiling Realizing there is nothing, I look up again. I look up at a Smudge next to a dot, Almost an […]
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Lemons
When the silver knife breaks A lemon’s vein to the tree, The hand that holds it Touches the already blackened Flecks of rot, It is as though the lemon Wishes to say, “My fresh pulp and fragrance That waits in your hands, Shall not last, I refuse to remain In […]
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