![]() HunchA Poem by Floundering About
Lamp shade tilts upturned like question, desire shading up wall. Dust comes off in grey smears. The composition of the dust is unremarkable, and has accumulated over five to seven years. The lamp shade was probably pushed ajar by someone opening the door. Camera flash throws shadow up wall. So no sign of a struggle. Flash. Disappointment exhales with flash.
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