Every Story Comes Back To Her
Her colossal head brings everything back to her.
If I say my dog….
She one ups me.
If I say I went to the store
She just returned from ten stores
I can barely finish a sentence before she grabs it
Applying it to herself, again and again.
Her colossal head amazes me.
But does not delight me.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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