ode to cluttered bedroom

here lies a special

nobody, who drifted,

collapsed in pool of brine

(that is: upturned bed-

room, strewn about, just so

tedious, girl is

surrounded by task)

 

blue skies. girl walks. girl

stops. girl trips in brine

(here, brine defined:

no task is too small

to help her anti-

cipate the fall)

 

i, girl fallen, girl

unreal, girl who plays

the songs over loud

voice;

she who is i who

says nothing to prevent

brine from spilling in-

to the puddle

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