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Click hereA diabetic’s warning card and a candy heart,
as if someone is keeping track of it all.
One part is pretense, the other, hope.
The goldtail frog clambers across the wooden
plain, darting key and bracelet mountains,
pinned in on all sides by someone else’s expectations.
An antique doll with a broken arm and a bottle
of Chinese sedatives, a chapstick and Alice’s
looking glass, smudged with makeup and powder dust.
It’s strewn around my photo like there’s purpose
to being captured in this useless still life,
beyond the frozen smile on my face.
Love the poem. I can't say what I love because I love it all, but in a way, that's saying what I love.
of the familiar with the unfamiliar
"frozen smile on my face."
"someone else’s expectations."
are familiar phrases, easily graspable.
Well done, if you keep writtin', I shall stop out of shame.
I can't match this.
I really liked it, the almost spicy smell of dusting powder, littl kid feel of exploring the forbidden dresser top...