You Have To Forgive Her
My dancing feet annoy the neighbors.
I click clack up the street at two a.m. sometimes.
Why does she do it? Someone asks my husband.
You have to forgive her, he lies. ”She sleep dances.”
This appeases most of them.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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