Layers of tulle are dusty

faded by sun

the fox never came to

illustrate wonder

and make her wander

the right way

Grief driving

she won’t find the right kind of donuts

lemons won’t be delivered

to your doorstep anymore

don’t ask

I thought she was heaven

from

the beginning

I never hated her

like I hated them

now I mostly hate him

So many hide in the pools

of their own perceived importance

it’ll be so long or maybe forever

probably forever

because you are the way you are

living under the unicorn

captured in beauty

making snow angels on

fragile ice ponds

while we are both thinking

the same thing,

“I’m right”

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