you build a thousand little houses
and I found myself alive
in all of them.
passing from one door
into the other, they felt like
chambers of the heart.
the blue dinnerplates
were lined up so neatly
on the shelves, while tissues
poked out of their boxes
at just the right angles.
the glass of water waiting
on the nightstand for me
was deeper than I ever imagined.
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