dirt on the welcome mat

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each thought hung outside,

pinched by a clothespin,

waiting limply

to be returned to dark,

cool drawers

where the wind doesn’t

blow through,

showing the sun

what’s been

worn thin.

Crowded message boards fill

Three complicated stories of

Freshman girl gossip,

Loud music,

And me.

With a man cave of a lobby,

This scented

Breeding ground for texts,

Not the academic kind,

Will surely crumble

In the summertime silence.

Like unfolded clothes,

Her crumpled phrases

Raise the question-

Clean or dirty?

Selfishness and apathy

Often parade as innocence

And naiveté,

But timeout usually seems to be

A two year old’s unraveling.