the deeper meaning, sprawled from wall to wall-
the Valencia pavement, all picked and polished (like an overused bathing suit)-
the disgruntled sister.
the outgrown sweater.
"the french," she spat, "are one translucent eyeball"-
the forgotten labor of forgiveness, burnt like silver to sand-
the dusty crunch of gravel under flattened feet-
the scrap of fabric fluttering like an injured moth from the picture window-
the light refracted, in its sedentary effervescence, watching-
the brisk retreat, yet slowly growing stagnant-
the scent rising, tatsing deliciously of home-
the rest. all the rest-
the lime-scented tragedy of loving and being told, "no."
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