Shoes are tossed in a corner by a door
Wooden floors beg for sliding
Even as the dirt comes out in hushed whispers
No one is good enough to avoid speculation
Was it the pills or the heart
Had someone found out about a scandal
Was there a scandal
How scandalous that there’s nothing to speculate
Was he or she or they just boring and dull
And the sun is setting and setting and will never
Fall beyond the horizon and this is hell
This landscape of midwestern church clothes
And sensible shoes
~ Weeping For Abigail by Wendy Kheiry
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