the incessant search for self

a gnat body on a sill
reminds me
like a prophecy

cold cheese, a summer
sausage seeping oil
like a rusted barrel

a fly corpse on a wood floor
reminds me
like a grocery list

uncorked wine, a spotty crystal glass
with a red ring on the bottom
like yesterday

dirty pajamas on a wicker hamper
reminds me
like a casket

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