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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