Tuesday

Deliver me from dinner.

I loaf to my backyard.

Something in the wind

Is my mother.

Or tomato seeds

sliding around on a plate.

My soul slurps the juice.

And it’s an ordinary Tuesday,

But something else–

She showed up for dinner.

 

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9 thoughts on “Tuesday

      1. I liked it, actually. I didn’t get creepy – I got foreboding, like, the relationship is so incredibly strained.

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