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∴

it is possible for “home” to turn into
an odd conglomerate
of shape,
shadow,
and edge

wherein you do not recognize
the corners
and the rooms they round into.

they surprise you
as if you didn’t know they’d lead that way.

·

how strange old clothes can feel
once you take note of their fit –
an ease you accepted
as “your” size –

how long have they been so baggy?
was i always wearing them this tight?
how could i not notice the holes
that have worn right through?

you can see the skin.

·

did i put this here?
did i hang this on the wall?
did i decide this would be the best –
the right –
color
to see every morning upon waking?

 

i did.

i remember
it took so much of my attention.
i recall the effort –
the planning and sweat –
that it takes
to build a wall

and then make it so lovely
you forget
that it is

a wall.

·

well…
you almost forget.

∴

 

 

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