“You’ve heavy bones,”
Jill’s mother said;
an apology
of sorts
for bearing a child
grown fat
and unloved
and unlovely

And walking down the street one day
the flowers opened
and crickets rubbed wings
but Jill had become impervious
to the beauty of things.


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