We come together like the teeth of a zipper
Interlocking, holding together tight
Not identical but aligning
There’s nothing more frustrating than breaking a zipper
The teeth seem to forget that they ever attached to each other
Leaving backpacks and dresses wide open
When they should be held together tight
This post is part of the A-Z Challenge. My theme is April Scribble, which includes microfiction, small vignettes, and poetry.
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