The Sprawl of Things

Everything, and I
mean everything
piles up. Rosaries,
books, coffeemugs.
It all piles up.
Memories of '70s
songs, unwashed
pajamas, grudges,
crushes, all manner
of stuff. There is
no end to it. I'm not

capable of curbing

the sprawl of things.





Poetry by Uncle Meridian The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-04-03 at 10:31

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