Downstairs in the kitchen
Stars are great wheels in a machine sky.
Heaven is above in the metal dome.
You pour yourself a cup of Water.
The glass feels like it will crack when the faucet jet hits the bottom.
There’s a little porch outside the door in the kitchen.
It looks over your backyard
Before the view drops off, the machine’s domain takes over.
You are wired to feel like this.
At this hour, the signal always goes off.
Your water freezes in its cup
And the glass cracks.
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I think that when he looks at pianos,
The keys are stained and worn in
With grooves and dents,
In the shapes of his fingerprints,
ghosts of peo / ple hiding in this house / they grew up in and left / hiding under tables in clo / sets long thin men pale pe / ople dark people all hidden / separately in the same room / waiting for the seeker to finis / h counting endlessly endl
He can see kids glowing in the kitchen,
Hands sticky with sweet gossip,
Bright, beautiful little selves smudged by the window that he,
A cracked old statue has broken his hands and fingers by banging on,
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