hot pockets & jargon
two coffee rings
on the wooden shelf;
a broken sea shell &
last nites laughter, ashes
and unsure.
rise & waste
away means inside
tucked tummy
she frowns & pulls
cheeks snap back
saliva fizzes
at her lips,
there is a quivering
cougar,
outside the mirror
a severed wishbone.
superstition shakes and
shivers between the
blunt & her broomstick
a grumbling stomach
and eating eyes,
the pointer finger
never lies.
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