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poem to published at Story Circle Network, Real Women Write, March 2026.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ What was I thinking? The receipts pile up in the dark~ a grocery list of half-baked epiphanies, a parking ticket from the heart. I folded my courage into origami cranes, but they flew off with someone else’s wind. The leftovers in my mental fridge have grown fur and begun to sin. The clock ticks in a language I used to understand~ now it just spells my name in Morse code, hand over hand. What was I thinking? The answer’s in the attic, wearing my old jeans, laughing at static.
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