Sunday, March 23, 2014

spinach teeth

she doesn't tell
you when
you come back
from the bathroom
that your
zipper is down,
or that you are
dragging toilet
paper on
your shoe,
and when you
sit, you fail to
mention
that there is
spinach in her
teeth, or that
one of her earrings
has just fallen
into a bowl
of soup.
you have gone
in different directions,
and it's not
the road
of ever lasting
love.

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