a poem named ‘dis-comfort’…

things were fuzzy…
…warm

a bit floaty,

she asked a ?

i fell ten notches…

i sorta answered.
– silence

…climbed back up 5

getting warm again,
till she interrupted…

__________

dropped down 7even
heaven out of sight
clouds raining up

a broken conversation…

porcelain cracked,
destroyed the good china

now we eat off of paper plates

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