Francesca Bossert

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MARBLES

Image by Olivia Bossert

When my thoughts won’t collect,

When my bag of marbles rips,

I scatter into dark crevices

Where I huddle, discombobulated,

Unreachable.

Guilt yells at me.

My mind stutters.

Why is my WIFI unstable?

 

Smile by Maybelline?

Actually, it’s Lancôme;

 

I’m a snobby depressive.