fickle (adj).

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where did all of this wavering come from
when did I become a woman
who mulls things over, and over
in the palm of my hand like
mulling a small stone?

what do we do in the meantime
while we wait for something
(anything) to resound,
rattling our ribcage
like the ring of a bell?

Posted on October 14, 2017 and filed under the inventory project-.