exfiltration

by corey mesler



There is a place
in this world
where
silence is sweet
like the honey
we used to find in
small suckles.
There is a place
where
I can go and
find peace of mind,
away from
the Tohubohu, the
mad tumble
toward ruin.
This place has many
doors. My
daughter comes
to me with
something in her
slim, closed hand.
It is a plastic
dinosaur.
This is one door.

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