Sun shines from behind me.
Through the doorway at the mango house in the morning.
That house had cement floors.
And blood on the bedroom wall.
Pitter spatter of little feet made my neighbor build a second house,
kicked the boys out,
moved me in to help clean up the place.
Lots of bleach. Threw the mops away when I was done.
You know what I mean?
When you mop the walls, that's sometimes what you wanna do.
forget about the whole thing.
As soon as i got curtains up, it was time to leave.
It's always time to leave, the fear I had as a child is gone, the one where leaving meant missing the best part?
I learned that sticking around too long is worse than leaving hungry.
Hunger means more energy.
it means my anti-narcoleptic tender heart doesn't have to ever give up and wear sweatpants.
it means my socks fit
it means i own a vacuum
Rose fell from the chandelier, I took it as a good omen.
dumb waiter
vertical
moves west
feet up on table
lapus necklace
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