the woman's son keeps
slamming the door
as she tells you what
needs to be painted.
over and over again,
he slams the closet
door. she ignores him,
saying nothing
in the empty room.
you keep saying what
to her. you can see
the future of people
sometimes,
like in this moment.
and it's not good.
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