I forget all day long
sealed in my fridge
with the scenic view
it feels like paradise
that I'm missing
until the hands circle
and I escape
into
air grown corpulent
wading through
feeling where every strap lies
purse blossoming dew
stripes across the crook
my car a personal bubble
microcosm enhancing the effect
until sanctuary looms
spewing chill upon my entrance
soaking to the toes divested of cover
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