toe polish peels off,
no time now for pampering
poison vanities.
*
our tired bodies
muscles ache from leaping waves:
ocean afternoon.
*
to pin down these tornadoes
in seventeen syllables.
*
my violent voice-
i wish i could take it back,
pull it from their ears.
*
shaking, ashamed, sad:
i don't recognize myself
mirrored in wide eyes.
*
after enough sleep
the spirit is rested, calm-
all is possible.
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