I don’t know how long I watched the icicles grow. A millimeter at least. Half a year passed with nail polished toes, how long can they be flecked green. You got duped by a pretense it wasn’t on you. Sun shining on snow can be blinding. The jays scream and hop along the bare branches. She said she likes when she finds things. They waited a while to come together, maybe it’s just for the kids. I wanted to be what they wanted from me, but I’m not and that’s all there is.

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