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Jun 2018
It used to be

The kitchen table was covered with
drawings of sharks and paper dolls
works of art by small, intent fists

These have been replaced with
cigarette ash atop empty beer cans
tales of strife and rounded shoulders

I am left wondering
When will you get back to the art
and pretty music and carefree days
or is this the way

it's going to be now.
Written by
KarenMcKinnon  62/F/BC, Canada
(62/F/BC, Canada)   
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