Perfection is the Death of Need

An empty house
chairs pushed neatly in
no holes where pictures hung.
                   
      a cold stove

Put away your tools
let the meat rot.
Don’t ask after the dust.

2 thoughts on “Perfection is the Death of Need”

1. I really like this. It has that sinister, haunted ambiguity of Edwin Arlington Robinson.

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   1. Thanks, Eric. Was in the mood for something…moody.

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