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Still Life with Spin Cycle by Meg Taylor

June 21, 2025

Meg Taylor

Still Life with Spin Cycle

I clock in with broken wings,
kiss my coffee like a lover,,
and march through inboxes like trenches.

They say I’m a rockstar—,
but forget to mention,
rockstars overdose.

Lunch is a protein bar I forgot to chew.,
Success is a badge,
that presses into my ribs.,
I dream of Maine,
and a nap,
long enough to call it rebirth.

I don’t want to be,
the girl who "has it all.",
I want to be,
the girl who lets it go.