everybody’s secret

sometimes, when everyone leaves the room

I wink at myself in the mirror

I fluff my hair and give my brave porcelain face a small pursed-lips smile

I hum aloud, I whisper my thoughts and laugh at myself.

sometimes, when everyone leaves the room

I fold in half like construction paper in 4th grade art class,

hamburger style,

and lean on whatever is nearest my back

until the rush fades to nothing

sometimes, when everyone leaves the room

I hear God whispering to me:

it’s your time, sweetheart

and yes, you’re welcome

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