It’s been the story of her life Years prior the morning makeup routine was the layout of the day’s wardrobe There was the lunchbox There was a sibling, sometimes four, clamoring for precious little, duly shared space
First Valentine, the myriad teasing, and the sheer overwhelm of it all An event long given place to the repair invoice uncovered items the salesman assured were warranted as gold
Is this the line for butterflies the last verse to conclude metamorphosis Or one that speaks to its own irrelevancy as the pattern on the kitchen floor
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