Yarn
We have enough hand crafted ferns that taste…real.
And enough gratitude to last in a tunnel.
I didn’t do much with that ball of yarn.
Just ate enough cookies that are made of fuzz.
Trembling and have nothing to do.
Waiting on a brand new finger nail to grow in.
Becuase there’s nothing like graceful watered plants.
The items look so real.
Like real butterflies with real eyes.
Unraveled.
Just enough to leave a sticky print.
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