I opened a parcel in a frigid living room.

Carolina told me she had returned home,

home being any town I resided in.

I wanted to strangle the anger

out of my self-esteem’s wounded pride,

but then I’d have nothing

with which to scream insecurities

into the mirror, echoing into her ear.

I caught a case over getting even with her.

So, I cut her brakes in a dream—big deal.

Carolina’s eyes judged me,

finding no humor.

She deliberated and then sentenced me

to anger at my management of rejection.

I arched a brow.

Carolina’s back in time

to miss a step in the basement

and fall into my arms before autumn rolls around.

By Andy Cooper

From: United States

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