A Room Made Quiet

Nearer enough to catch a brew’s scent

dripping off of morning lips

as I’m mourning the value of less

than a drop of this attention’s lack.


It’s unusual in that the worth of nothing expands

in proportion to how the nothing is defined.

Portrayed in flowing gowns,

staged in Broadway colors,

intangible is palpable to a point of feeling

close enough to catch a fleeting touch.


It’s unusual that by noting a crushing sensation,

course is never abandoned rapidly;

that I’d vow cold turkey in bathroom mirrors

before a distorted vision of you reappears,

and I can taste caffeinated scandal

without understanding its meaning.

( ❤ Mitch)

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