she watches the crumbs
swept off the table
to the floor
struck by the sheer
arrogance
the games people play
in places like this
only she does not
hear to play
having just come for a place
where everybody plays
and nobody wins
still she aches to go home
to pick up her life off the floor
dusted it off
start it over
make something of it
which despite all the kind
and unkind people around her
she can't do it here
she is a stranger and a strange land
thinking she really
doesn't belong
even if she believes she needs a cure
what does she do now
how long will it take for her
to pick up all the crumbs
can she put them back
make whole the original
can she reshape
reality
so that she can live
again
without fear when
her whole life has been
one of personal
terror
how does she start over
or is her life so broken
she can't assemble it again
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