started out this
one poem
talking about
the fan blades
on the ceiling
how they spun
and there
was the fridge buzz
and then
as the poem
grew
I went back
around
erased those
details
the fan
and fridge
gone!
those
two
friends
that both
kept cool
as long
as the
electricity
kept
with it
their
constant
and
loyal
work
in the apartment
to assist for
the time
being my
constant
being
kinda sorry
I siphoned
them out
like that
but too late now
they get
their
turn in
“real” life anyway
quietly
when friends
come
we shout
over
the
noise
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