poetry and prose by stephen chute
Saturday, December 18, 2021
pleasing no one
you can't please
everyone.
impossible.
you don't even try
anymore.
what's the point.
my mother
figured it out
early in life.
this is what we're having
for dinner.
pull up a chair, grab
a knife
a fork.
dig in, or go hungry.
your choice.
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