ten birthdays stronger
one day is just like
the rest of them, before and after
her thirtieth, pregnantwith expectation and, probably
a daughter--Elsa or Adele
she said, sons don't live in me
one day the wind shook the
house like bones and
everyone hid in bed
while the cats watched
clouds surge
past the window
like cinema
one day all is not lost
all days feel the same
but we percolate
differences, this is
called art, she thought
sipping dandelion tea
with Elsa
in her golden
kitchen
You have had your first brush with perfection.
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