the cookies are stale.
the milk
sour. a lace breaks.
the bed is cold.
a good freeze has
wilted
the rose.
the shine is off
the apple.
a bulb explodes
and i step on the thin
shards
of hot glass.
the key breaks off
in the door.
I take another bite
of a lemon
and make believe that
all is well.
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