296/365: Worry Dolls

Make a list of every love,
the lovely and the terrible.
Lay them in tidy rows on the table.
Pick each of them up,
run a finger around their edges,
draw their imaginary silhouettes.
Listen to the sounds of their insides
when you press them to your ear.
Smell the air from their interiors
as it escapes through seams.
See how it is that you still carry your loves,
that you love them still,
and it is good.

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