Tangled ...
(like the cord to my earbuds
shoved too quickly into my breast pocket
at the beginning of my shift
wrapped around the sunglasses
that fling themselves to the ground
as I retrieve my iPod at the end of my work day
plummeting to the asphalt of the parking lot
to shattering lense and bent frame
and angry curses at the unfairness of fate
and a journey home squinting in the bright sun)
... are the strings around my heart
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