moves, the tilt of things.
the drop
of crumbs,
a door ajar,
lights left on.
a drip in the sink.
the butter left out.
even loved ones find
a way
to prick your skin
and draw
blood.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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