fan love

our love was like this ceiling fan;
once pristine; sturdy; on high; frenetic energy;
switch was turned off;
our love slowed like this ceiling fan;
slow, slow, slows, slowing, slowed…
stale; wobbly; dusty; lifeless;
it’ll get turned on once in awhile, but not
without creating a dust storm;
such has become our love.

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Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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