Scraping Towards a Better Under

It is therapeutic to scrub away green paint on a table with sandpaper, especially if it is with a good friend.  We sit on the sharp grass with worn faces and less worn clothes.

My sadness is sage green, and we rub it away.  The corners are much harder, they scoff at our efforts, and I get dirt under my fingernails and peeled skin.  The powder sits there, waiting for someone to blow it towards the moon…drifting farther and farther away from here. 


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