New poems
by Tempest Brew

 

The Space We Find

 

collector
of images
from around the web
I must unfollow
you, though it breaks
my heart

you have all
the filter
of a search engine
and I am blind
with your flurry

 

 

 

Dust House

 

I dusted
the house today
ridding myself
of the last pieces
of you

tiny chewed
bites in corners
little memories
piled in the soiled
kitchen floor

 

 

 

Cancellation

 

I cancelled
the cable today
and stood in line
an hour
behind old ladies
trying to pay
their bills

(mail them in,
sweeties)

I listened to stories
about children
too hard to handle
and finally
accomplished
my feat

vowing never
to return.

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