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August 30, 2017

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.


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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