Redecorating
As I started to fall from the ladder
the red curtain of red beads
clicked against the floor
the red clicks washed against the air.
I balanced on the sound
the way a dog balances on a red ball
the way a red ball balances on the nose of a seal
the way the self balances on the precipice of infinity
not because it makes sense, but because it seems like the right thing to do at the time.
the red curtain of red beads
clicked against the floor
the red clicks washed against the air.
I balanced on the sound
the way a dog balances on a red ball
the way a red ball balances on the nose of a seal
the way the self balances on the precipice of infinity
not because it makes sense, but because it seems like the right thing to do at the time.
posted by Sarah at 9:45 PM
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