Mustard Yellow Tile


Mustard Yellow Tile

I am sick
Of mustard yellow
On grimy, unwashed walls.

I am sick of too
Hot
Or too
Cold water, in the morning or
Night,
I am sick of the cool chill
I feel
Everytime i move about
No matter the heat outside.

I miss the claw feet of
A formerly warm
Home.
I preferred it so much
To green and white
And yellow and brown.

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