feeling beautiful...?
Snow days, snow capped. Snow cake sits still over this part of town.
My ornamental cabbages cry a little.
I stamp stamp stamp to work, waiting for a hug, making tea and smiling
and remembering
whilst trying
not to remember
because every time I do
I fall
into the pit of my belly, where butterflies and giddy swans slip slop
around and around. A sweet, excruciating washing machine
on a perpetual spin cycle.
I want to forget
and then I really don't want to at all.
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