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Monthly Archives: August 2018
Lady of the House
Grief sits in my chest,
lounging on a chair.
She has made herself
comfortable, sipping
peppermint tea…
staring at old photographs
and locking the door at
the end of the day,
night after night.
Not a worry in the world,
after all, she doesn’t need to
pay rent. She OWNS this house.
My lips have learned to love your tongue
Who takes care of the caretaker?
