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Day 210 – Petulance In Bloom

“April, we’re just anxious for summer,
I promise.
There’s nothing wrong with you.”
I passed her the bottle of Tums
from the glove compartment,
she slapped my hand away.

The rain was making us stir-crazy,
but I know she thought we were leaving.

Everybody in the bar kept telling her
what a chance it was
what a great escape
which is, I think, what ate her.
It got so that she would get ulcers

and I heard she was in the hospital
the day we left.


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