#65/12-27-2014

the room

it is vast.
it is white.
it is empty.
i got here
when i found
the door marked
‘here.’
i couldn’t help
but look to see
where ‘here’ was.
or is.
you understand.
anyway.
the room is
massive.
i feel like a
speck of pepper
lost inside
a marshmallow.
everything echoes.
every step i take,
my shoes are tracking
dirty street water.
i take them off
and see my feet are
hooves.
oh, and there’s a
zamboni.
and a buffalo.
and a cake.

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