PREVIOUS TENANTS
Spackle-less
The east is little more than
the love of the city, a bit toward.
Forward. Is there a better forest?
The trees sense
their reflections. Glitter-bits
on the lake surface.
I grace the stucco with
sophistication. I am
that abstract.
Look elsewhere. Allocate
and assign the how. Give it
up. Make the loan.
Can my family fit into
beauty? Our failed attempts
aren't unique. They rot.
The way of things.
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