I left my sorrows in the carpet fibers
Of my unfurnished apartment.
A puddle was left around my rug-burned knees, where the redness
of the temporary indentations blazed on my skin and emanated a hot heat.
I rose reluctantly, pushed the door open, and walked down the moth scented orange isle.
Friday, June 10, 2011
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