Poetry · Writing

falling into a picture book

that didn’t belong to me.

Pages covered in streamers pinned to a smiling family picture. And now

me.

Conditioned cheese wears the binding down but

there they are. And now

me.

Unfit and recently discovered new home that wasn’t for you. And now

me.

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