suzy’s eyes are
kind spies, think of them timeless
brown but they are child blue
she reminds me we are doing
more than ok, she has a fear of
fomo so we walk to the ice
edge in our slip on shoes and screech
into the water, shake and laugh and
meet back at the kitchen table vitality restored
not totally dry but dry enough for
what’s next since nothing
matters more
Yes. I keep reading "what's next since nothing/matters anymore" and then I keep realizing that's not what the poem says, and it feels like having a Suzy convince me to go in the water each time I read it and realize my mistake.
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