poetry
Saturday, September 15, 2012
Étouffée
in that dark kitchen,
reminded me of that one time
a leaf landed on my head.
At that moment I stood silently still
the rue is curdled
the chatter is killing me
just a moment ago
i took comfort in the quiet.
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