while they worked_ i wrote.
----
a few weeks ago
or so
i say
----
sitting like a seagull perched
between passion, persistence pencils
and pULsE,
rubbers distraught,
temples tic.
knees bounce,
pages turn.
a new life with a blink-a-breath,
equations wait.
weigh the odds.
silence piercing
ringing
scREAmINg
like her inner r a g e.
Tids. eyes. heavy.
as are our shoulders.
i was once she.
her.
as me.
doubt in the grain.
led
astray.
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