The Day I Disappeared
The day I disappeared
there were pumpkins on porches
sprinklings of multi-colored maize
cinnamon and nutmeg smells
a whiff of vanilla in the living room
I felt triumphant about the messy sink
where I had spit Crest and rubbed it around
The day I disappeared I became angry
to cover up the sadness
of realizing no one had noticed
I was gone
everyone went through
their daily routine
as it was a usual day for them
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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