turn over:
new faces
new furniture
new bottles in the shower
new food on the wonky shelves
new names on the post
re-arrangement, re-placement, re-designating, re-designing
so that the last four weeks
seem a flicker of fantasy
that vague recollection of dreams which might be reality
all the spirits in the sock graveyard resurrected
worms from the under-earth wriggling up into this world
the only clues of the immediate past:
the rubbish bins overflowing
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