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Veronica Collins: Innocence
Illustration: Jim Boraas

 
 

Anxiety is a drug we feed ourselves
– along with apples, toast, two-percent milk –
to make us grow,
(the sheets dry,
our salvation sure).

The tracks we tread in boots too big,
mud molding trails of our wanderings.

I once heard a crow in a tall tree
accuse me of treason,
Only to have the lady slipper
– a small pale heart on a two-inch stem –
nod it gently away.

I believe lady slippers.
They have not learned to lie.

 

 
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