edges fray
and the loose shape of my being shadow shape shifts
I am a lot of things
but mostly I see nothing insideto hold
I want a kite
and a thunderstorm
and a new lipstick
but mostly
I want all of the people I've loved
even a little
to know that I remember
more than I forget
and that my voice may be broken
reflecting
holiday cheerfulness
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