Tin Can PoetrySep 171 min readRuckus By Joseph MarshallI hide in the kitchenclose to the boiling kettlefor its soothing dinto overwhelm my earsso the slamming doorsand abrasive wordsare dulled.Then I can pretendthis isn't happening.Again.
I hide in the kitchenclose to the boiling kettlefor its soothing dinto overwhelm my earsso the slamming doorsand abrasive wordsare dulled.Then I can pretendthis isn't happening.Again.
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