Mellifluous
A Poem
1 min readJan 10, 2021
Wedged behind the ear, behind the speaker, the sun weakly startling dust in the old attempt to move, to bear witness to something other than the sad TV or the shelves
spaced far apart, not community-like, not sharing space but uneasily eying each other reducing the importance of other furniture, a solemn space, bare, needs pictures