Drip goes the faucet
in the kitchen
the roar of crashing waves
on a shore recorded
for this weathered
tape I play as
I drip drip tears of
longing for the company of
friends
anyone
beyond the placid
indifferent cat
stony books
laundry to wash
to caress and fold
as if hugging a starched
lover's shirt
might fill
a sky's scrape for love
lunging forth
from a hungry soul.
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