The days mesh together- my fury grows….
knit unibrow.
My days booked up by the needs of another.
Probation Officer, Counseling, Psychiatrist, McDonalds.
Tumbled Stones- 5.99 a pound-
Walmart. next to the fake flowers.
A bag is broken-
I reach in and choose one- dark luscious brown as liver.
My pulse throbs against its density and cool.
Older than 1000 Walmarts.
I plan, already, its prominent placement among private places
of mine:
moonstones and secret ponds.
and remember I took the time to make it mine.
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