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Lazy Wednesd<lYs P<lst
Worn springs give gently <lnd I am lost
in the big green chair. feet barely brushing the beige
c<lrpet, I point my big toe
with the care of a ballerina
just to know it is still there
Gr<lndm<l's sun-kissed iced tea chilling
my hand, I twirl the cup <lnd the ice cubes d<lnce
tinging softly <lg<linst green qlass
The rneaninqless lives of IJThe Bold 'lnd the
Be'lutiful" fill the air
Gr<lndm<l moves rhythmic<llly on the Nordic Track
trying to achieve the un<ltt<lin<lble size six of ye<lrs past
lJoh fiddle f<lddle," she huffs
as Veronica takes Cole back
for the fifth time
A summer honeybee darts
across the room, let in by some c<lreless cousin
it comes datoywards me sewing the air Photograph by Laurel Kenney
It's B L T
I think
I'll take
<ln<lp.
-Whitney W'lters
The Awakening 5
