Tuesday, April 7, 2009

the brass doorknobs in my grandmother's house
are humid, etc
they creak like
the floor that's make of
oak
maybe if it were just left
alone
it would rot and corrode--
insisting the smell of her
home--beer, cinnamon, cloves
then lacking all the armoires
and attentive corner cabinets,
it would be just another shit grove
on boyd drive

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