by the pen

why do you keep coming back?
to feel the here
and there
places I can’t let lie
words caressing truth
hidden far below
the floorboards of my mind
grateful to feel the heat
fumbling with the pan
cookies, chocolate chip
from the dirty yellow oven
lingering in the air
the smell of a diaper
from moments before
an unfiltered mind
and this pen
pressing the smells
of life down

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