when you cross a biological clock
with honest to god daily prayer
you get the sweetest eyes
youve ever seen for yourself
i look at my dirty tennis shoes
on the mint tiles
and i see how round they are
how darling the way
they are footed perfectly
in front of the fridge
like a two step
i stare at my half baked hands
and i remember how brave
theyve been carrying
so many heavy appliances;
i trace my own handwriting,
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