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she wants a change
anything to move
her life’s dial to perfect

she struggles
to get up
to push the button
and start the day

other lives roll by
perfect conversation
perfect hair
perfect shoes
perfect attire
perfect timing

– all of them

her imperfect presentation
shouts softly
over and over
begging her to change
and be like them

About justbrinkley

poetry, flash fiction, prompts from a southern granny who should have been a writer.
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