Throw the Motions

Lots of change. Lots of starting over. Over and again. Here and again. Again. Again. Watching the words and my hands and wondering if any of it will stick this time. Throwing the motions at the fridge. Hearing the slap. The pause. The pause between silence and the fall.

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