15.12.10

Silent pulley trumps a empty bottle

My listening breaks the silence.
Small taps and the house creaks.
The murmured-hum of a furnace.
But not mine.
my sniffle.
glass tapping, sitting
down.
before me, a painted-black chipping table
a ball-point, broken pen
headphones snaked, leading to iPhone
Nuestra Senora De Guadalupe
mass pamphlet
empty grocery bags and an open stick of deodrant

swinging softly, blind pulley
quiet
sound of a pen tapping off-temp rhythm

we're the only Ones breaking the silence
which is pure?

"let's get the basement painted first," he'll say
the end comes quick to those expecting.
faster
to those who don't.

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