the not unusual
syringes and clouds-
ruffles and sweet potatoes...
acute, in a way.
-each one stands by itself.
I like them, but dont.
the sharp pain as I pee squatting
reminds me of my grandma forgetting
to take the needles out of her finished quilts.
it's moments like these I'll never forget.
A/N: And once again, fictionpress does not
allow my poem to be formatted the way it is