A wrinkly dried corsage from many boyfriends ago
The reprint we ordered then decided not to use
Old friendship bracelets and broken gifts
All turn my room into a museum of painful memories
Technology and books the only additions

How will I escape without totally shattering
The foundations I have built
There are some friends who have remained
Whole and alive not just a thing reminder of what once was
I dislike the falseness and deceit I see myself
and those around performing day to day, hour to hour

 [kristin buxton]  [email]  [poetry]