Broken pieces of you
sit around the house.
Coat hangers,
lint,
and
kitty litter
share your space.
Open to no one and nothing,
you disintegrate, or worse still,
remain for the vacuum cleaner.
Poetry | Stories | Photography
Broken pieces of you
sit around the house.
Coat hangers,
lint,
and
kitty litter
share your space.
Open to no one and nothing,
you disintegrate, or worse still,
remain for the vacuum cleaner.