sitting here in my room
mackenzie’s voice in my ear
as she imagines her children
dressing them in twenty years
she says on sundays they’ll do art
talk about feelings and play tunes
she turns life into visions
fantasies of full moons
she says her mother tells her not to daydream
not to plan the future out
that things could be unexpected
the way it all turns out
but sitting here in this chair
listening to her spin her life
i think how the story is the point
as a dream not a design
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