Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.
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Today you are one year closer to something—not death, not wisdom, not the person you planned to be by now, but something.
Between the apple and the sandwich I fold a yellow square: Happy birthday.
My daughter brings light to the day, then moves all the candles away; she says, “Keep the cake,
My daughter said cake was too plain, so ordered both tart and champagne; when asked which to share,
A hat with a glittering crown kept slipping repeatedly down; you wore it with pride,
A guest reached the party at nine, with reasons both lengthy and fine; the cake had been cleared,
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