Spleen

That closet on the wallset on the wall he looked at me impassivewith shelf ironyIn the throes of anxietyI went and came backrealizing that she was always there… How long nowthat wardrobe gave medaily nirvana lessons?

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Spleen

That closet on the wall
set on the wall

he looked at me impassive
with shelf irony
In the throes of anxiety
I went and came back
realizing that she was always there…

How long now
that wardrobe gave me
daily nirvana lessons?