Confessional poetry, not the box. Tuesday, May 24, 2011. I got the repairman to replace. The broken glass floor,. I told him to lay some tiles over it,. Bare cement, dust, foundation-. It makes me happy forgetting things. I got the painters to help me coat. The cracked walls with fresh paint. I chose blue, my favourite colour-. The old blue had faded and peeled. Off the walls, out of the house. I asked the plumber to help me fix.

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