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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