My Nirvana

I love how ants build nests taller than humans build their skyscrapers

I love how creases of pants remind of nature’s constant fluidity

I love how the well worn door knob feels cold, but smooth against my palm

I love the clinking of its latch as it calls out do not enter

I love the stinging icy wind that spins off fan blades in the winter

I love the crackling sound of vinyl as the needle bounces Holiday like a printer

I love the way red wine and cigarettes pepper the air like peaceful solitude

I love the memory of your nose scrunching – trying not to snort

I love it when you snort

 

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