Thoughts
My old jeans menacing.
Gold jewelry too.
I have to feel the weird belt around my waist.
And the bracelet that appeared somehow.
Socks drying off.
Changing color too.
Nothing is as blue as a T-shirt.
That has a tragic stain.
I have to eat taco soup.
Just ground beef and broth.
A horrible thing.
I have to eat the droplets.
Filled with droplets.
Off a well rounded leaf.
To remind me of all the trinkets in the world.
Plastic bracelets and figurines.
Howling in my hands.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2025
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