(Written
on a receipt during a
Crane Wives show, inspired by the niggling thought that I'm a little too self-absorbed, a glass of wine, and live music.)
The
Chardonnay,
The
past angst
and the present
The
reflection,
The
inner turmoil
The
words, the
heart
on my sleeve
Why can’t I
I
just write about
the mundane…
a toaster…
the weather
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