for the holiday, a short four
day
jaunt across the pond.
where are you
going, she asks, as she
spreads butter onto
her biscuit, sipping
a cup of earl grey tea,
preparing, no doubt,
for her journey.
oh, i'm not sure yet,
i tell her. i'm pondering
several invites.
Jack in the Box, Popeyes,
or Denny's.
they make a mean turkey
dinner i hear,
from homeless
people on the street.
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