there are three hundred
and sixty degrees to view from
but she only sees me
in black and white
between sheets and in the kitchen
her nature is my crutch -
i miss her
on monday morning board meetings
over styrofoam cups of cheap coffee
the daily figure - monday moves
1 comment:
I only see styrofoam cups of coffee in black and white. (Because I drink it black.)
Your title makes me want to write a poem called "Movie Mons."
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