normal-sized numbers that should have been sub-scripted
a cup you secretly wished for being won
the phone left on a bed
an invitation to interview
gnawing reminder that you left the lights on in your room
the soft cotton of your boyfriend's jeans below your cheek on a lawn-nap.
the little things, he shared, are what make your day.
with a simple smile,
and a thoughtful nod
you concur
with truth
you had already known about yourself.
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