More poems
by Tempest Brew
The Space We Find
collector
of images
from around the web
I must unfollow
you, though it breaks
my heart
you have all
the filter
of a search engine
and I am blind
with your flurry
Dust House
I dusted
the house today
ridding myself
of the last pieces
of youtiny chewed
bites in corners
little memories
piled in the soiled
kitchen floor
Cancellation
I cancelled
the cable today
and stood in line
an hour
behind old ladies
trying to pay
their bills
(mail them in,
sweeties)
I listened to stories
about children
too hard to handle
and finally
accomplished
my feat
vowing never
to return.
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