The taste of water,
or,
the color behind
when eyes closed
The scent of a
cluttered home
A place we rent quiet
Emotional traumas,
or,
lived-in fabrications of
Love
A locked box
with contents known
of angles and tones
Slap back ping pong,
or,
earth life indoors
tended as a ruler
Burned as sage
in the ceremony
in vulgar pottery
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