Karla makes a smile with her licorice in hand as she looks up into Heaven’s windows.
All she remembers is the bright lights, loud cars, people yelling, and seeing a tiny black widow.
If she woke up in the green, summer grass,
Then all there is to add it up is the white fabric wrap.
Like many would not think, she is not hurt.
You always have something on your mind while you’re braining-out a shirt.
No…either way, you have something on your mind at all times.
