in the party room,
in the party room,
there are waiters making
wontons in one booth,
waiters folding napkins
into perfect triangles
in another, and you
alone in the
corner, carving
flowers out of the
morning’s turnips,
as if setting them
free could also
release you
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: turnip
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