I Would Be Mold
By Katarina Pavičić-Ivelja
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If I could be anything in the world, I would be mold
that grows on the ceiling of my old apartment.
Never invisible, sometimes intimidating
and always just out of arms reach,
engraving intricate designs
into its drywall canvas.
Uncontainable.
Constant.
Free.
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