Poetry · Writing

brunch

a cheese danish:

all the walls with the same wallpaper

found probably a walmart just like the paint

built in the 70’s, an older building on a newer street

a record among headphones

word processor among laptops

a cheese danish among iced coffee;

an older soul; at this foam party

more cardigans then sentences

yeah, i counted,

counted all the stars on the wall

the phones in hands

waiting;

waiting for tomorrow to wipe away this old building

these old records

but not this cheese danish;

i am gonna eat this

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