there is a splinter in the pad of my thumb.
I don’t know how or when it happened, 
but do know where.

our house has no floors thanks to the hurricanes. 
the bottom is concrete;
it collects dust faster than we can sweep.
the top is subfloor;
we have to wear shoes inside to prevent splinters.

my little sister forgot.
one got stuck in her foot before school.
she was only getting out of ...

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Positioned in distance,

Is a mysterious box,

Underlined by a fence,

Stated to not be unboxed,

Because life’s better that way,

Series of unexpected events

That one could smile away,

Or go down a steep descent;

Sometimes in utter disarray,

And sometimes adherent.

A smile that’s presently felt

Can soon and speedily melt,

A person who’s well-known

Can t...

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The children howl, the house is hell
you close your eyes to cast that spell

Rising high above the endless squabbles 
to meet me down upon those sodden cobbles

The rain and fog are gently taunting
your white shirt billows, opaque and haunting

On Henrietta Street…

Two hundred stairs, do I descend
with full-beam smile to my treasured friend

These precious moments, we get to steal
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