in threes

sky cloaked in a kind of haze
but sun still comes through
turns snow to dripping

_______
rachel holds up a virtual
word mirror to reflect
back the advice i gave her
months ago go for it

_______

i’m not standing i say
leaning up against the counter/stove
i’m levitating

_______

we talk about how bad things come in threes
and sometimes those threes
are years
instead of events

_______

what the hell does one do
with a scepter anyway
i ask and regina responds
with raised eyebrows

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