278 days
i decide
they say it is as easy as
that
the grudged offence
each new day calls me like a mother rallying her children to dinner
seeking out a seat at my table
the perpetrator
no idea i begin with their words
actions
cupped in shallowed hands tossed across
the stone walkway
fingers wiping clean chore done for another day
fed to the morning birds
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“the perpetrator”…I like that line / such a strong word
cupped in shallowed hands tossed across
the stone walkway