Spinning and lilting
white and heat.
Stench of wildberries
and soft linen.
Desert pressed against my face.
Cacophony of children
laughing
playing
screaming.
Rusty steel wheel
lurching
scraping, scratching against
vinyl mud flooring stacked beneath cinder walls.
Cold white plastic against my fingertips.
Folding my secrets on a mint green counter.
Naked for the world to see.
Another Sunday afternoon
underdeveloped and overexposed.
When will my ship come in?
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