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footsteps, heartbeats, laughter :: adrian matejka

by on July 21, 2017

One high top after
the other, the floor

creaks like a concave chest.

One big, white shoe
in front of the other while
the music pushes

the sphere’s roof up
to its taller, more
celestial & cogent self.

One after the other

above the crack ups & giggles
of parent parties

& a refrigerator huffing, so full
of fresh produce & red meat

the whole, lit sky

sounds like a heart in love—
pressed into wax,
ready for the next question.


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