a pile of droll,
a splat of angst,
a plop of someone’s soul
warm words squished now gone cold
adhere to my shoe and stop me
my step unable to escape the pull
of someone having been here
the proof of being, though spat and splat and scattered
even though the words and phrases squirted
how a catsup packet explodes
cries and hollers and feelings underfoot.
the flattening, the annoyance, the disruption in my course
I think leaves them for whatever reason, flattered
even as annoyance on a shoe they finally mattered..
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