A Vase Called Memory

Thu, 01/28/2016 - 13:39 -- mxiao


in the oversized jail cell of my mind

something is pinging.


A fly

alights on the windowsill

among the carcasses of its brethren.



is working overtime

in the blue light of a computer.


A mural

is etched into the kind concrete

underneath the bed.



the neighbor has acquired playing cards

and is slapping them on the floor.



in the corner

a vase is collecting raindrops.



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