This time, Sadie finds herself playing for him, playing to impress him as her husband was always trying to do. She’d like to earn it, she thinks. She’d like to earn what she’s stealing from him.
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how can something that happens so regularly always come as a surprise
like the monthly blood down your legs
or the change of season
one day I’ll never be caught off guard.
The Fates seemed to turn against me when I hit sixty—or sixty hit me.
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if the pronoun is acting as a subject
most people would probably say it’s only me
I’m running across a pane of hazard
green grass, toward an acrylic pink
Oh, I’m Sybil
I squat low in my wranglers
swig back sun tea
You’re growing
older one hole at a time trying
not to think as often as you want to
about making a hole large enough
to drop the whole world into.