Spills

hot, sea spills
human hair humbled
not like today

no kind words blow
living - pressing against my shoulders
locks of summer wind
a note on a paper towel

being home
nothing wrong has happened
no agony
un-humble is in my coat wanted

my decisions are as
independent
as the days are strange

without warmth
clumsy I fall
when I feel
I can never seem to enjoy
what I have

imprints, my fascination
on the sound of disappointment
inside, the warmth of my home
a gust of fire, unexciting


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