My home is a universe
Smaller
A pale planet
Smaller
An orb, a green profusion of moss
smaller
A lump crust land
A slow valley between two belly-hills
A city block acrid plastic and sidewalked
One house planted, a door.
A place at the table
On the hard bench without pillows
Not language,
Not specific space.
But a color
A nuisance
The pleasure of crackers
And coffee.
Larger and larger
The drowning of feelings
Female and common
A creation.
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