Salt
I can’t remember who taught me surely not my pragmatic mother scoffing at all things luck, good and bad surely not my thrifty grandmother never one to waste something so precious nor my tidy aunt, always vacuuming
must have been something I saw on a screen picked up like a treasure a glittering of hope, to believe that tossing life’s missteps behind me would erase their consequences and wash me clean
Vixen Lea is a mother to two small children and a number of animals, but first and foremost she is a human struggling to hang on to joy and presence. Poetry helps her remember who she was before juice boxes and laundry and playdates. Her writing can be found on her blog wakinguprazzledazzle.com.
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