Tuesday, July 10

I am

Scrubbing up what finally came out
the right end, at the wrong time
for the second time this morning.
Not mine.

Hoping that this time two's the charm.

Thinking of you. And who
you were and what you meant
and if anyone really knew.

Thinking of Mississippi
and making sure I still
know how to spell it. It.

Wondering if you were there
or if it was all in my sweet
sentimental, ever over sensitive little head.

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