For my 100th post, a little outside-the-box thinking. Read this poem twice if you will, the second time, a different way. photo-2

Tickling Fibers Make

Tickling fibers make
dust-scented pages flip over
like rap music of the tenants below,
like the wooden ticking of the old clock,

this itchiness in the skin.
In a nearby book,
its presence felt in the vibrating floor,
and the hollow dripping of the tub,

And despite heat and itch, my skin,
still with unknown knowledge,
just goes on and on and on and on
(no one will stop it).

Still isn’t leaving the carpet,
it’s just waiting to be read,
that same damn song.
No one will stop it.


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