playroom stories
Thursday, February 6, 2014
Humidity
ice crackles
moving independently in a glass
condensation gathers on the outside,
a pool forms underneath, staining the inherited wooden table
palpable ancestral anger
your eyes are ice cream melting
wilting, tired in the stifling afternoon
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