Originally posted on Sudden Denouement Collective: The teak wood is warped by the humid pressure of sadness distilled. The floors creak with the weight of my footsteps, steps that travel in circles through the memories that won’t be still. The curtains flutter in the ocean breeze, tattered tissue paper stained with questions I won’t ask.…
via Dana Glover “The Beach Cottage” — RamJet Poetry
