Monday, November 7, 2016

Allison Morris #7 'Adulthood'

Is it the first kiss,
still damp from the rain
sweet and surprising?
No.

Maybe the first big promotion,
when the heart is all fireworks
I am valuable!
No.

Or the first real breakup
the cold and stinging wound
of wounding someone else?
No.

It's the first fluffy pile
of Egyptian cotton towels
purchased with care, a whole set
that matches
soft and thick as sleeping.

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