what thoughts cross her mind in her copper flat? staring out a second-story window: barren fields, lonely roads, a river’s flow. baring a patina, a well-worn hat: intent to not allow her sheen to show what thoughts cross her mind in her copper flat, staring out a second-story window. ever-evasive, an elusive cat, and all…
Tag: Apartments
Time and Typewriters
last night I dreamt I moved into a new apartment large and sprawling labyrinthine design with white walls and wooden furniture dilapidated papers strewn paint peeling i entered off the street in the dead of night surrounded by nameless people who didn’t acknowledge me I recall a writing desk with what at first glace appeared…
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