Bored Bodega Blogger By Katie Sachs
Graze my bones With a fine tooth comb Teasing out the tresses And the messes of my womb I am sitting up in bed Watching my cat climb up the dresser And hoping the she never Decides to run away Forever Behind a curtain, I peak out at things that aren't meant for me But, Before I can take another sip of tea My cat gets clawed in the cave of memories And a blotchy bodega eradicates my hunger Rehearsals are meaningless if you're playing it all By ear A waxy sonogram Shows me Just how far along I've grown
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