There is no resolution, sometimes.
Arguments over things
less or more important
matter more or less
in an endless geography
that makes up a tiny home.
Toothpaste caps gain weight,
resonate with horror show sound.
When the world reduces, becomes
this compact, this confined -
down to paper thin walls,
remanded décor, plywood cabinets -
random couch cushions become
entirely new countries.
More or less.
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