She Suspects

She suspects that

with each transition her

sentimentality fades

like the dying blooms of an orchid

all yellow-green at the edges.

 

Somewhere,

her teenage-self clutches at trinkets:

coins and seeds and ticket stubs –

disbelief infects her veins.

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