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January 16, 2024

Cracked Plaster Ceiling

I always say that it’s great to travel
but it’s always nice to sleep in your own bed again

the creaks of the springs a comforting mozart symphony to the ears

the mattress just feels a certain way 

the sheets feel a certain way

they have a special ‘welcome home’ scent

the pillows just feel a certain way 

they cradle your head just right 

your body dissolves into the sheets

you say “hello ceiling” to its familiar cracks

like an old rand mcNally road map

of places you were always planning to go to

but never took off to for one reason or another 

and patterns that you’ve stared at

so many times, in good and bad

that say “hey, you’re back! I’ve missed you”

“I’ve been waiting for you”

stare at me with those can’t go to sleep eyes

not like the boring ‘popcorn’ ceilings of recent vintage 

that only have the indifference

of cold big city people in them