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the coffee table
changed into
a clutter

a gathering

a little bit
of everything
piled on top of
the sedentary

this is what
happens when
we stay still

i have
been still

i have let
this world
sulk through me

i have grown roots

I don’t know when
my fingers first sunk
into walls

or when

my limbs attached
to floorboards
and furnace

but I
let them

I found
comfort in these
combinations

inside this nest

inside this home

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