candle
for her cake.
a cup cake, because,
we're all continually
watching our
weight.
she buys herself a gift,
wraps it,
then unwraps it after
blowing out
the candle.
she feigns surprise
at the silver necklace,
then opens
up the card that says,
i love you,
another year,
but we're still alive.
a card she sent last week.
she's alone, but pours
herself a drink.
sings happy birthday
to herself.
the cat is asleep on
the windowsill.
she puts some music
on and dances
across the room.
some birthdays are
better than others.
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