hum room

there’s a hum

hum in

the human

room. the lights

are Florida

room in the

human

hum in a dirty bathroom

the dishwash lightening

some cheap storm draping sand

despondency scarred shoulders

figures

move justice outside

on wobbling dollies

her voice muffled

in contralto

in widow’s cotton

the screech sinks under

the door, underground

understand doors

open watersway

a long low pulse

wherever

no one enters

there is life

around and trouble damned

the faucets run tympanum

hold golden fodder

for curtseying fools

blind in their effective

mirrors the room

is the room

in the room.

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