April dribbles - 5

Pink slip.
Fired.
Permission’s expired.
The children are gone
Away
No shape to the day.
Wired
On coffee
And raiding cookies
Her pink slip
Hardly fits her anymore.
She skips
Pink-slippered
Memories pour
Through her
If they phone home.
E.T. remember
You were an alien too
Before you were grown.

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