just a bit of fun
A Southern Burp and a Northern Toot
A warm dish settles, and from the far end
of the table a small burp rolls out,
nothing proud, just the sort of thing
a chair might shrug at.
Up north, a faint toot answers —
not a challenge, not a claim,
just a reminder that bodies
keep their own weather.
No one comments. The room holds steady,
each of us tending our plates,
letting the air clear on its own,
as if this were any other evening
and the house knew how to carry it.
Poetry by anonface
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Written on 2026-02-10 at 10:17
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north and south
A Southern Burp and a Northern Toot
A warm dish settles, and from the far end
of the table a small burp rolls out,
nothing proud, just the sort of thing
a chair might shrug at.
Up north, a faint toot answers —
not a challenge, not a claim,
just a reminder that bodies
keep their own weather.
No one comments. The room holds steady,
each of us tending our plates,
letting the air clear on its own,
as if this were any other evening
and the house knew how to carry it.
Poetry by anonface
Read 4 times
Written on 2026-02-10 at 10:17
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