unbuttered toast
a broken zipper
cold tea
a clasp
with a gap
on a necklace
that won’t close
that post it note
with that thing I wrote
that I can’t remember
that said everything
I’m tired of feeling
the persistent drip
in the kitchen sink
that no repairwoman
can fix
the rage of a million heartaches
muted & amplified
by the million and first one
hesitant rain on wednesday
pen sprinting races
then breathless
running out of ink
finishing what
reluctantly began
no one telling you
what’s right
stopped mattering
last sunday
the fortune cookie with stupid advice
snow too stubborn to melt in the presence of sun
like
this
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