The Yearnings of Everyday Objects • Howie Good

The phone isn’t
where it usually is.
You hear it ringing,
but can’t find it.

You pull the cushions
off the couch
You pull the books
off the shelves.
You try to pull up
the floorboards
with your bare hands.

If you’re like me,
one of those
who just knows
that we’re all
being secretly judged,
sweating or chills
aren’t uncommon.

Anyone might be
the enemy. Anyone!
It’s simple physics –
single atoms, wide apart.


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