Friday, July 01, 2005

floored

my feet flat
on the floor
of a quiet house, someone was
saying
something important, sounding
important but
that’s all been swept under
a carpet that
I don’t have
anymore
my feet, flat on a bare
floor, littered with
yesterday’s crumbled
leavings
meant to be swept
under
but I don’t have a
carpet, a
soft sided view of
a hard floor, now pressing
up
on the bottom
of my
bare feet

the house is
quiet
I feel
the floor

psgates

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