Thyme in my teeth, hangnails, limp hair. I had a face to face encounter with a cockroach today. On my windowsill I have an avocado pit finally bursting into life. I have basil over the limit. I have fish from my husband in my belly. I'd forgotten how thin the walls are at the women's health center. I am thank you note shamed, and in awe of the ricocheted volume of the hay bale chipper. I bought hand soap that smelled like an old best friend, but it disappeared, I guess, between Target and my apartment. Somewhere in there, too, the pill capsules busted. And I am so caught up.
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