we trip
over one another.
shoes
left in the way.
purses
and coats,
things not put away.
we stumble on
the boxes
and bags,
slip on the wet
bathroom
floor,
cut our hands
on the knives
left in the sink.
there's a reminder
in every room
of who was here,
who
left, or decided
to stay.
Wednesday, September 26, 2018
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