Empty water cups
The salt of it all
is dried to the bottom
Paint-chipped corners
Forsaken colors underneath
bleed out
Spoons are bent
The shape it takes
hangs as a monument
The window is open
The bars are invisible
a door came off its hinges
in a time
long before...
(January 24th)
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