The Attic
In the attic there is
One desk
And no where to sit.
And the floor boards are each
Four inches apart
So that my lips fit through
Them and I can suck in
Cold tasteless air.
I am not afraid of falling
Through because I
Do not see what is
Underneath.
there is only a light, and beneath it
my dripping pen.
One desk
And no where to sit.
And the floor boards are each
Four inches apart
So that my lips fit through
Them and I can suck in
Cold tasteless air.
I am not afraid of falling
Through because I
Do not see what is
Underneath.
there is only a light, and beneath it
my dripping pen.
posted by Jean Lee at
10:05 AM
1 Comments:
Do you then find yourself always pacing, just stopping to squat and squint down through the crevasses in hopes of seeing an extraordinary something?
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