Waiting for my life to start again.

SANDBOX BY RINA RICH LANGER

34THPARALLEL MAGAZINE ISSUE 73

The blonde is having a salad

I, on the other hand, choose pasta

I’m willing to accept the consequences

Of melted cheese and carbs

As long as I can taste the years

When I stooped in the sandbox

Brushing grains of sand from tiny palms

Or sat on the sideline in the March cold

thighs braced against metal …

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