2023 Poem Nine

Weekly Gender

Monday: The smell of WD40 and salty sand in December

Tuesday: Ocean spray on your face and the sound of an old park swing

Wednesday: A broken squeaky toy that only squeaks when you squeeze just right

Thursday: Piles of fresh cut grass and the rattle of pill bottles

Friday: The smell of McDonald’s nuggets in a brand new backpack and losing an earring down the drain

Saturday: A shower at the perfect temperature and the versatility of potato

Sunday: A smoothie because no matter how you mix it, I’m a fruit

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