Clenched
half-moon indents of fingernails
on pink-white palm   
where her hands clench into tight, tight fists     
jaw joint aches  
where her teeth scrape against   
one another each night  
wearing a hole 
through the plastic guard  meant to protect them     
flour dots spattered on her sweater  
from the chewy-gooey chocolate-chip cookies   
she will not eat, 
made just to have something to do     
bad country music playing   
cup of coffee going lukewarm, then cooler  
as she worries on   
things she cannot change
    
        


1 Comments:
((((BIG HUGS))))
You and me. Ice cream.
I know it won't fix or change anything, but at least it will taste good.
Shall we call it a date?
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