Hardware

by faintnaomi · 05/01/2026
Published 05/01/2026 09:42

The floor is deep with paper slips,

expired permits, burger tips.

And there, beneath the rusted seat,

where dust and yellowed plastics meet,


I find a white and floral head,

a porcelain knob that should be wed

to some mahogany or pine,

in a house that isn't mine.

#alienation #consumer waste #domestic decay #longing for home

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