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Where the Desperate go

The back of a poor person’s house

is peeling

like a black economy

like someone locked

the dark ghost inside

mold stalks along the perimeter

devouring walls

the empty cupboards scream

the front porch dips

to the center fault

of a crumbling foundation.

The landlord knocks loud

pounds the frame.

Come sweep

these threadbare floors

let the dust seep

into the pores

of your skin.

In time, you’ll learn acceptance

come climb down the steps

of desperation

the dreadful lullaby

diffusing all around us.woman-3478437_1280

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14 thoughts on “Where the Desperate go

    • Thanks so much, Joan. Yes, the house is alive in this unfortunate scenario also. My heart goes out to all people who are challenged this time of the year, and well, basically all year. It is truly a time to reflect and give back what we can. Thank you, xoxo

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