“A man is the sum of his misfortunes. One day you’d think misfortune would get tired but then time is your misfortune”
| — | William Faulkner The Sound and the Fury |
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 18, 2014
Coming In From Outside
Coming In From Outside
I cannot find my way through the house,
clothes, dishes, perfect words,
all hidden behind some cobweb.
The rooms are uncanny,
and I feel like an illegal immigrant,
lost in an language I have never heard.
Some door shuts, noise from a TV
floats through the halls.
I fall into bed and stare at nothing,
my heart beating, my feet cool and bare,
with a single blade of grass between two toes.
Who knows what I have left outside?
I cannot find my way through the house,
clothes, dishes, perfect words,
all hidden behind some cobweb.
The rooms are uncanny,
and I feel like an illegal immigrant,
lost in an language I have never heard.
Some door shuts, noise from a TV
floats through the halls.
I fall into bed and stare at nothing,
my heart beating, my feet cool and bare,
with a single blade of grass between two toes.
Who knows what I have left outside?
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