Far From Fine

She Will Not Be Quiet: A (mostly daily, mostly unedited) writing practice

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Thank you for the invitation, beautiful Beth Kempton.

Day #236 of (mostly unedited, mostly daily) writing/sharing.

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Far From Fine

She invited us to write 
a tiny autumn poem
using the word crunched 
as our spark. All I can think 
of is that cereal I ate 
as a young girl, the peanut buttery 
sugar glaze left on my teeth, 
the sweet, pink things pretending 
to be berries—which reminds me
of how crunched I felt beneath 
his rage, her silence—their pretending 
all was fine when it was far, far from fine.

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