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she set a bowlful
by poetXtreme |
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set a bowlful of my words on the table in front of me and poured herself a cup of coffee I looked at them and said, these words are dry do we have any milk? she took the milk carton and emptied the last few drops into her coffee nope, she said, we're all out I put one of my words on my tongue these are unsweetened, I said do we have any sugar? she picked up the sugarbowl and poured the last granule into her cup nope, she said, we're all out staring at the bowlful of my words then at her I said, no milk and no sugar how am I supposed to eat my words? she couldn't camouflage the disgust in her voice as she said, you're the monster you figure it out |