Another teacher at work did a project today where she had kids write poems about what they were thankful for. Cats and dogs across the metropolitan area were celebrated, as were moms and dads, the occaisional younger sibling, and Pop-Tarts. Of course I wrote one. Of course I am posting it.
drive without end to grandma's for bland and soggy veg
tears- coffee that kept me awake now swells my bladder.
the exit signs pass as i approach home too slowly, a crawl, like
molasses running a marathon backwards through the rainforest.
expectation comes with the gravel of the driveway
a silent engine
sprinting
relief
Thanksgiving
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