Never Finished

For Mom

Once upon a time
We made castles of insults

Hot pink pedantic granite
Grouted with grudges

Sparkly lip-glossed landings
Lined with barbed wire

Long lettered arguments
That frightened the alligators

Hiding deep in the muddied mote
We        made of the molds that came before us

We were two
Witches slinging spells

We lobbed catastrophes
At one another

Marguerite L. Harrold
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