drink deep the peace of God--
on saturday, during the storm, when the car breaks down.
see what you get when you mix the supernatural
with a grocery list and somedays
this 19th century woman wants something she can
read that won't make her fall asleep,
something worth waiting for.
a rabbit finds its mate quickly,
while I take another yawn and roll over
In mother-in-laws, in the grandchild,
I find myself tickling the idea of never
could he accept my angles, my frizzy curls,
my process? is he still hunting for a looking glass,
a bed knob, a way out?
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This is lovely (and does it mean you found someone to perm you?!).
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