These were pebbles popping
the floor near Orange Julius?
no & once a bean got lodged
in my support garment I forgot
about the kids laughing on 3
en route to the restroom I’d find
a bean in my pocket—a bean
shook out of my hair—a bean
floating in my macchiato &
in the stall I moved the bean
around my support garment good
I seized myself & seized myself
a gourmet sizzling cinnamon
so near & yet sweetly elusive!
[NaPoWriMo Sonnet #4.]
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