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
intentionally written.