Banishing
I dream of murder and murmur while
awake. My jaw swells from disuse.
This room will never recover from me.
Potshots falling limply, staining my shirt.
Someone pulled the tarp over the public
pool. At the bottom goggles, forgotten,
later remembered but the pool had moved
on, back to the ocean where curiosity belongs.
School of entropy and custody. Month wobegon.
See what fish I'l be once I ingest all this filth,
clean my room every now and again.
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