Drop 25: An unceremonious dribble

Today I’m thinking again, about all of my paper doll entities…. identities.  Mother, friend, nurse, writer, wife, daughter, citizen and self.  Today they seem like gifts but wondering if there’ll ever be a way to string them together peacefully.  Wonder if they’ll ever line up closer to ‘the self’…. Fold in and align….. one’s cut with jagged edges…..one’s not quite serrated from from the original pencil line……..

Rock back and forth, fingers type to music…… feel more fleeting than ever…. smile… figure i’ve got it, then….. then.


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