Sunday, January 31, 2016


herbal in the end, erased, the
basement and the bunch
of lavender hung
upside down
and dry

heading out
on time to beat the
traffic like we can't remember
Monday's not the day to go back home but should be.

Look. The panic's gone. The mania, the joy. 10 years of feeling normal and for what?
It's late. It's February. Leap Year. Tell me if you're not ok, I dare you.

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