Nothing (day 19)

It’s like a button you press and press

and nothing happens, but you

press anyway even though

you know nothing will continue to happen

until you grow tired and walk away



It’s like that practical joke where

somebody hid your shoes, and you

look and look even though

you’re sure you left them there,

right there where you always

put them.


It’s like you built yourself a home

of words and ideas and words

about ideas and you start to tell

a story about what happened but

there are only the ideas, naked,



It’s like that home you’ve built is

crumbling but you can’t remember

that word so you say it’s falling,

falling, falling apart into that thing,

you know that thing, what’s it called?


What do you think?

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