Her dresser bares a ring

from when,

as a young girl,

she left a sweaty soda can,

and ruined the finish.

 

Now a ring has left its mark on her,

tearfully she traces

the path,

round and unending,

of her presumed ruined life.

 

But her tears giggle –

of joy,

of freedom,

of breaking the circle,

of stepping off the wheel,

of refusing to kiss the ring.

 

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