Vintage vacuum cleaner
sucks the detritus of life
into its wheeled, round chamber
Flip the top, extract the matted
fibrous grey fabric composed
of hair, death, and dust
Bookshelves hold
the words and works
stories of truths and dares
Lone tome tumbles to
the floor, by ambition or breeze?
Cover tones, dark and cold
depict the deception of
a mouthless face
Inside: a jumble of
brilliance and the inane,
among blank pages
did you judge?
Chilled air of haunting memory
grab the garment from a chairback
grey and fibrous
I don my dust jacket even though
it does not fit
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