hand on my heart
words to an old song
come pouring back
kin packed and gone
a wrinkled black dress
alone on the bed


trading secret recipes
and gossip
men’s bathroom
where all the
dicks hang out
troubling connecting
with the therapist
bad WiFi
eye doctor
they don’t see
my appointment
the gift of
snow melt
more dog poop
paddy field
the wet soil holds
the folk song
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