United States
39° 52' 24.582" N, 91° 4' 39.9792" W

On the broken stairs of a trailer

My weary soul sat

On the broken edge of a rusted sink

My hands rested flat

They followed themselves up the mirror

To the reflection of the room behind me

Where separation played its games

And both flesh and soul were free

What could tear apart the inseparable?

The unimaginable, at least?

I don’t to recall the events of that room

Inside that trailer feast


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