Upon my dusty window sill,
a pair of plants...

This body is not for me, no.
It lets me sigh in it, and laugh with it, and...

They've made an exhibit of our room for the...
Now people come and shuffle around our bed and...

As those birds that fly
with wings clamped...

My mind dribbles
like brine strained through a cheesecloth, I know...

Comfort
in wriggling ten...

I was always one
To colour in between the lines...

(Hostess. The word is a witching whisper.
It rustles like a silk dress...

Strike up the orchestra, my friend,
We shall have a waltz tonight...

Ugh. I should have known.
It has been heaving itself upon me all day...

Today, the day has been like my carpet,
Gray and worn and flat...

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