This Meeting
The hallway to enter a leftover room.
Loud and soft spoken at the same rate.
Echoes.
Eyeballs.
Fidgeting so much that a nail popped off.
Clink.
This meeting is a place for loud pitter patter.
We tear out the old wiring, gruffly.
Plug into the system as if we are alive with twisted cords.
Chapped lips.
This meeting is grungy, complicated, teeth chattering.
It’s cold as a diver submerged in the ocean.
Took my scarf off in a daze.
They took attendance as silently as stale water.
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