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Mar 2015
i sat
drawing swirls
in condensation on the window

a younger me did the same thing once
and got yelled at
because
apparently the marks you
make on windows
don't go away

then someone has
to wash those panes,
and

heaven forbid
their windex leaves streaks

heaven forbid
their towel
sheds

heaven forbid
that clear glass
is marred

and

heaven forbid
someone put
swirls on the world
so something, anything
was a little

more

beautiful.
if the ****
swirls were permanent,
it would
all just
be
fine.
gabrielle boltz
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gabrielle boltz  wonderland
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