Infinite Hiding SpotsA Poem by p.kuhlthis house is trapped in time
What color are your walls?
Dust-covered frames in a cluster-f**k amongst clocks and shelves and attic knickknacks Christmas elves and stockings too big for anyone to fill A yard sale with a ceiling and infinite hiding spots for mice and memories Mirrors make new rooms but where are the walls? Crosses and cups on counters and lamps with burnt bulbs litter the kitchen like the fridge filled edge-to-edge with magnetic jokes and music makers Candles flicker endlessly but curtains never catch fire it's pitch black at noon or is it midnight? Misty cliffs interrupt the incense clouds box towers filled with familiar replacements like move-in day but you've been here for years and years and everything is just the same like the indoor petting zoo and the cat-hair covered indent I left on your couch cushion.
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Added on December 21, 2011 Last Updated on December 24, 2011 Authorp.kuhlBloomington, INAboutMy name is Pierce, and I am a 23 year old English major at Indiana University. "How easily I connect to you. You're always everything at once, somehow. You're shy and open, sweet and cold, curious .. more..Writing
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