toothache and frowns.House sale,
behaviour
beyond the pail.
Packing
and stacking
books and pieces of life
and I am no longer
somebody's wife.
The future yawns
a wide Joker's grin
and I have no idea
of how, where or when.
I stand with my arms aloft
and beg the Universe,
'now what?'.
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