quiet the noise

we had a life with with pens on the counter
and crumbs on the floor
a junk drawer and our refrigerator
with magnets holding up our principals

there is the nick in the table, the wobbly leg
fixed again, and the stain on the rail
some marks provide definition and spirit
others, rote bitterness and antipathy

those creaks we hear aren’t just the floor boards
anymore, they’re in our hearts and bones now
perhaps it’s best to hammer nails between them
maybe that will quiet the noise

…

Painting above: Painting to Hammer a Nail In by Yoko Ono

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