Wednesday, April 11, 2018

NaPoWriMo, Day Eleven, Poem Three


Squat

Halfway home
is not quite.

Play musical chairs
don't stop tune.

Pause might reveal
you laying down

bedsitting upright.
mattress not yours.

Half in, half out,
leg down, light on

ready to go
if asked how you slept.

One word answers
else they interject

notice eviction
for this moment.

Hang your hat
in their memory hole.

Luck invites you
back weeks later. 

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