The Bookshelves
rows and sections of casually arranged selections
well crafted but haphazard
pretty objets d'art randomly placed as clues
to significant life moments and revealing preferences
my mother was an interior designer
she would have clucked her tongue
her head cocked to the side
as she adjusted something to her liking
just enough to make me feel irritable
and criticized
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So true!
Lxx
Not a word out of place. Big subject, wry humor, exquisite craft. FAV!
love that. nice work.
especially 'randomly placed as clues' and the last three lines.
Letitia, Jake, Brian, thank you each for your comments! For this one I practiced stopping earlier than I normally would... :)