The words are scattered
all over the floor, with
the books, papers, god knows
what else waiting to move
to its new home the next
bedroom over, my wife and I
having decided to swap
home offices, after eight years.
They are upset at being dislodged
don't like at all being disembedded
and vow that for some time
much of what I write
will look remarkably like this.
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