the empty
ice box speaks
more of what
was there
than what will
be on the shelves
tomorrow.
so easy to toss
your frangelico,
those jams,
those jars of
spreads
that have never
been opened. all
that was spicy
and sweet
sail with ease
towards the open
can. i don't
want what i
can't have.
Monday, February 14, 2011
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