the to-do lists to be done
strung out from pile to pile
set against blank walls
why bother hanging anything
soon enough i won't be here anymore
louder than expected this line echos and i wonder - is this what i have in mind? no sense to leave a trace, a trail? i am childless, without property, holder of no patents, sharing my name only in the middle degree with my niece and millions of others for that matter but what does it matter to leave anything behind? taking up space is only that. books unread and rhymes lost forever.
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