ON THE MARBLE FLOOR

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ON THE MARBLE FLOOR
by Nicole Kuwik

I imagine that it must be pretty scary
to be a flailing moth
on the marble floor
of an office building.

Even in the hands of a rescuer,
You lose that precious powder
by a simple slight of hand,
and you’re constricted to the hot concrete,
which most certainly
means death:

Via apathetic trampling by giant shoe or
sheer burning of your most vital parts,
while boulderous heels fall repeatedly
from all directions.

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1 Comment

  1. Yeah, that must be what it’s like for a delicate sensitive individual working downtown or anywhere indifferently underfoot or even in the most well-intentioned hands.

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