VacancyA Poem by Shredded Cabbage
I don’t remember
opening a vacancy. Yet something moved in without permission. It did not formally introduce itself. It made no effort to explain its presence. It arranged things without asking. Soon, I stopped noticing what had changed. There are no records of when it began. And no indication of when it might leave. © 2026 Shredded Cabbage |
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Added on May 2, 2026 Last Updated on May 2, 2026 |

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