Micah Bauman, 2016

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My House
Micah Bauman

my house
is slowly leaving me
piece by piece
it departs

soon
I’ll have nowhere
to live
to sleep
my house is slowly leaving me

the wall left
It desired some time alone
the ceiling left
It reached an all-time low
the floor left
It couldn’t handle the pressure anymore
the door left
In search of greater opportunities
the roof left
it didn’t like the stormy weather
the window left
it yearned to see the world

the stairs
they come and go
can never make up their mind

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