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Teddy bear on a sheetless mattress
There are boxes by the stairs
And cups that
taste alone.

 

Kool-aid summers haven’t
spilt on warmly cold ceramic tile,
Snowflake scraps don’t
elude the broom ‘neath cupboards in my hall.

 

Here
I will stay, here
I will pray, here
I will learn, here
I will play the untuned keys of university.

 

This place is home the way
chalkboards scrape poems--
in a melody
fallen away.






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