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There has been a pair of beautiful purple tweezers on the windowsill of this classroom since at least last week. Mayhaps a boon for father? To make up for the fact that there were no free snacks at work yesterday? I wish the world was reciprocal like that. I wish it was a liquid that pooled itself evenly into all the spaces it was given to go.

I want the small boons to come right to my little divot. I don't want to have to splash around to get them. I want to gently absorb them, not scoop-slap around at the top of the big liquid just to end up with dust.

I'd like to eat no crumbs but instead I'm covered in hair, left to yearn for a sleek wet rebirth and a smooth new bowl on my head. The world lets its hand go limp like an iris drooping under snow to leave an offering of threadscraps and pocket lint. I feel its presence in the gentle weight on my neck.

I would like, I yearn, let, let, let

I will wait one more week and pocket the tweezers when no one is looking.