C Carol poems

coffee ring residue she said, lately i’m as comfortingas a cup of day-old, microwaved coffee i told her, silly kitten – you don’t drink java you’re missing the point where were you saturday night?why did you stumble home at 4:00 AM?who were you with? no one; no body (spoke Odysseus, the liar) credit cards leave a paper traillike little, extramarital breadcrumbs she asked me, when was the…

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