This pixie
with the fragmented
smile
picks up your fallen
papers
your fallen days
as the elevator
lightly hammers
eleven…
twelve…
thirteen. She vanishes
through the doors
thirteen thirteen thirteen
and you continue
to nineteen
feeling all the pressure
of five stops between
How many times do you ride
and return
forgot my coffee cup
forgot my phone
forgot…
waiting for enchantment
at thirteen?
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Day 8 of NaPoWriMo / GloPoWriMo and we are encouraged to explore the magical and mysterious in our writing. In keeping with the mystery of April, I continue the unintended story of two people that began on Day 3.
She & He #6
