WHERE UNKNOWN CREATURES HIDE

Unknown creatures hide down stairs
In the gyri
In the micro explosions of pancake bubbles
In the sulci
The dregs of green tea and alcohol
Paper silhouettes less than your (my- NOOT) notes
Left next to the sidewalk in winter grass
They hide beneath thread drops of ink
Lead by sand icing and melting snow
Where the starfish resided after a mother storm
But disintegrated beneath the watered palm
Gathering under the bottle caps of luxury
Taking full advantage of every shortcoming
Nipping at the conceived menus of better days
Hungry little thieves
Consume the remnant of lost soul food
They will not be denied their space
Hellhole kitchens
But I’m trying not to give up

My hiding place

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