the day wore on
time turned after noon
my shower is late
my clothes in the hamper
i outline my ear for that smoke
it is gone
look around...nothing
how about the shirts? ...... nothing either!
which rooms hosted my body today?
living room, kitchen, molar, and can
none of these rooms offered solution.
upstairs
to the molar
my camels, my friends
thirteen incinerated
five on-call
one missing
one in my ear.
the can
again
a neck of warm taffy
to the left of my foot
m.i.a.
but now found.
how common and played out, Fate!
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