no space between the cracks
to slip out unseen like the wind
that howls in the afternoon while
sleeping with warm feet nestled
against corn bags ears plugged
no longer disturbed by nightmares
unfinished to-do lists reviews
days bursting from uneven seams
no pattern to make a beautiful
fitted skirt, just a rag to thrown
in the laundry and dry in the wind.
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