Thursday, July 7, 2011

3184. DOMESTIC REALITY

DOMESTIC REALITY
Pudding, and putting out the lights.
Dog - none. Cat - food. Faucets, you
say, are off. Domestic bliss, don't scoff.
Feet up on the couch - now, please,
what's with that? Like that book?
I never brought it back.
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You know, the one time she was
here before, she sat in that very
same spot. A lot like you. Funny,
how things are, like that too.
Well, OK, all done then, let's go.

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