Wednesday, August 11, 2010

The Runner 19

She dips her tea bag in the water
She is a very lovely daughter
And my lover
Her mother
doesn't
know
Carry my cherry bowl downstairs
abandon it and retreat
I have forgotten where it was
I left it
Clothes in the laundry bin
No grits or greens for me
This week: clam chowder and coffee milk
no taste of her allowed within
no taste
Before my departure, a list:
(Love)
The fleet footed cat to be fed
( Honour )
Dried blood on the cutting board
( Civility)
Rat trap sprung in pantry
.....
Our favorites in the bed clothes
(Discretion )
Has she seen?




1 comment:

  1. Broken we fall, who will catch us
    Mercy is the milk that will heal

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