Poem a day challenge – Feb 26

starch

it is numbing following
expectations from my mother
and her mother and her mother,
spaghettified knots of silver
and wood embued with memories
trapped on the walls, in the
cupboards, wending their way
through my conciousness like
starchy, sticky ghosts.

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