something love-coated

words wrapped in summer shawls
spread warmth– remind me of home.
friends with faulty time//compass
skills find me, better late than nil,
shower me with handmade treasures.
((and hair care products, of the peach
smelling variety. simple pleasures…))
surreal moments pass– abnormal
chatter that is normal to us,
taking place in a setting
not altogether abnormal to me.
they depart with the dinner call.
[this time i have no keys.]
4.23.06/3.30am

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