she wrings her hands
and sits
by the mirror.
there isn't enough time
to worry
about everything.
I have to get organized
and pick
the ones that are most
important.
i'm getting old.
i'm alone.
I don't like my job.
those are good ones
to start with.
that should cover the morning.
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