one
after the
other.
strung
like pearls
across the dresser.
swallows in the evening,
shifting compositions.
The Time of My Life: Dirty Dancing, by Andrea Warner
13 hours ago
A used-to-be wife and an always-mother/woman who is confused and limited by the words themselves...how to separate things? Dealing with Divorce, schools, kids and self...wanting to delight and surprise with words and depth, all while letting go of what I thought was Myself... now that I've really come out of hiding... what to do? blog?! shite.
one
after the
other.
strung
like pearls
across the dresser.
swallows in the evening,
shifting compositions.
Posted by Kate Hall at 4:54 PM
Labels: addict, beauty, repetition
1 comments:
That is a doozy. Like it.
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