She said

I seemed brighter and

I was that day,

that week,

but my brightness

had a lid on it

because I couldn't let it

spill

unless I was alone and then

I could sing

and sing and sing

and grin

at the windows

and the cutlery

and laugh at the shape

of the front door

all angular and rigid

and trapped by lines

not like me

I was bright that day

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