new apartment

Posted bybernardsbarnesPosted inPoetryTags:, , , ,

the silver fish flee when my kitchen water flows
as I fill the ice cube tray
and retire another fallen bottle
this apartment is three bottles old
and already starts to smell like me

Published by bernardsbarnes

Writer. Artist. Performer. A little boy dreaming of the stars.

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