Not far above itchy hug around chest
of just-purchased sparkly pink vintage dress
my brain
is trotting circles ’round a teapot and cup
What if…
twittering fingers tearing at scones as though starving,
flittering eyes too,
in creaky café chair,
rocking,
What if I stayed…
walking,
not hearing chatter and applause,
not seeing castle-tops and photo-ops,
not feeling bodies packed on sidewalks,
squeezing me through without looking,
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