It wasn’t that long ago
I was spinning in front of a mirror
watching my dress float around me
as my toes ignored the gritty floor,
my hair punched my chin,
my belly jumped like first love,
and I didn’t dare laugh at the magic
as I felt the weight of seasons glancing off
my skin, unlike now when I am wearing
every hot summer day and every deep
winter drift like a cloak and choker
in some sophisticated cocktail party
where I don’t know anyone but I have to
mingle to survive.
The Word Rummager 
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