there are
forks in the road,
with confusing
directions on
which way to go,
and spoons
too. a knife
a spatual
and even a cheese
grater
sharp and gritty
against
your knuckles.
so much
cutlery to go
around,
the detours
are strange and
unknown, sharp
and bruising,
but you find a
way. you always
do.
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