TRAVELING GHOSTS
I went to Mendocino with your
brother's sister, and we both came
home alone. Those California climes
just never work for me. Envisioning
a judge in a deep, dark robe, I so
quickly turned away. It was six a.m.
and I had to watch her eat cereal
from a flower-ribbed bowl. I never
do things like that. How can she?
Just the thought : Eating cereal with
milk seems always so childish to me,
something children do and I can not.
That stupid wash of milk on lips and
mouth - I asked for coffee, you
she still only brought me tea.
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