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?