the lining along the edges of the floorboards
like caulking between red bricks
reminded me of me. looking towards
a city where i knew i would stick
like caulking between red bricks
reminded me of me. looking towards
a city where i knew i would stick
your back to the streetfacing window
your eyes peering directly through mine
i am a no-parking sign laying down in the snow
i am a woman desperately searching for a rhyme
i turn the heat up - just a little bit
i sweep my words away like dust off a kitchen floor
i pin my aspirations up somewhere i'll see it
like typewriter notes on my bedroom door
last winter brought me to my knees
i waned until i disappeared
to a place where i can finally see
there still is something for me here.
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