the color green,
singing praises,
verses slipping
past teeth
surprised by
this feeling.
a grey sweater
draped on the floor
a reminder
of nothing quite
like shame.
I almost didn’t post this because it doesn’t make sense. It’s not supposed to make sense. It’s a snapshot of thoughts/images that only have meaningful context for me. But there’s something about the idea of missing context and how difficult it is to communicate meaning that makes me want to share this poem that you will have to create your own meaning for.
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