Contre

Lost in a suitcase
squished between stretched
shape wear and ripped jeans
by all the armour it takes
to arm a girl;

contre l’amour
contre vieillit
contre le réalité

To be honest
I struggle/shrug
in typical
unsure fashion
the zipper won’t
close anyways
I can’t make
guilt fit beside
screen time and
dirty diapers.

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