resting my eyes on white squares,
I finally forgot how she painted thank-yous
across them in (just too much) blue
cursive, calligraphy answering someone
elses questions about self-validation.
most of the paint melted on
a rainbow-glitter infested rug
before the rest dried/died against those white
squares in thick mascara-stained
wham-bam thank you ma’am swirls,
where we could hardly see if we had done anything
to deserve her gratitude.
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