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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Carlee Klipsun


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pity party

you started winterizing in june,
closed up the windows
and stacked wood in the hallway.
you entertained the splinters in your fingers,
showed them the mantelpiece once covered in hope.
you sat in the old chair and became its throw pillow,
stood up to make music with the vacuum at midnight.
the wine glass rim stain is your only friend until she isn't,
unable to move from the side table, she stays;
at least a pill bottle sunset can be enjoyed alone.