Tuesday, September 16, 2025

Twenty-Two

 July 3, 2025


Under the stairs, 

Glued to a foggy mirror

I'm stuck

A weight on my head

A rumbling of steps

No —

A weight on my lap

My lover rests

I turn twenty-two

Time speeds up, but right now it's slow

The children grow too fast —

I do too

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