Poetry · Writing

Salad Fork

Trial and error.

She only learned through

the her meals. 

Dancing trays and singing birds
over breakfast. It was over

after breakfast. Margarita’s

cover the dusk and Grand Slam

in the rise. It was over
after breakfast. 

The dusk came too soon-

like it always did, waiting in line

for dinner.

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