i overhear
two women talking,
as i sit outside
the coffee shop.
one leans towards
the other and
whispers,
to tell you the truth, between
me and you,
she doesn't have a clue, or
a brain
in her head.
the light is on but nobody's
home.
she isn't the sharpest
knife in the drawer, put it
that way.
the other one throws up
her arms and says, oh my god,
i'm glad you said it first.
i've never liked her either,
but she does
have nice parties, so i
guess i'll go too.
satisfied with how they both
feel, they settle back
into their chairs,
and look about
the breezeway
for more darts to throw,
enjoying
the warm sun on their faces.
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