I Broke Down Thursday

I broke down Thursday And the wind was cracking loud and beating my spine into an uncomfortable submission I broke down and all the graves were upside-down letting the maggots see the sunlight and the wood was damp and splintered I broke down and all the rocks became toadstools and I sat and I knitted a scarf with all my worries weaved in with the wool I broke down Thursday and the car wouldn’t start and my eyelids were cinder blocks and the colors started leaking as I realized my battery was dead

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