Monday, February 25, 2013

floors

it's your grandmother's floor and your bare toes or
linoleum hospital tiles and that moulding that
only went halfway up, bisecting the walls like we
bisected ourselves.
[i was] half green, half blue
until they tore down the whole thing and painted it medication yellow.

(wrote a poem about ivy with roots that cling to 
seemingly nothing [which is beautiful]
and barbed wire teeth.
wrote a poem about seemingly nothing and felt 
everything in the world that there was to feel.)




it was sunny today
which was nice.



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