fat belly-house, left alone tonight
today and probably tomorrow
thoughts of late hemorrhagic fever
coupled with rising water pressure
leave little left for restful nights
there are none to offer advice
save the lipstick sages who taught (teach)
love is a trap and your house a prison
freedom is a personal choice, but never
decisions are
confused with results
tomorrow will have breath and steps and
the scraped emptiness is only for today
tomorrow is forever
two empty beds in the house of the house
no one sleeps there anymore
sleep is a luxury for the living
empty belly-house cries in the corner
the cavernous hole mourns its loss
tomorrow it will be filled
tomorrow is forever
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