Stuck
Like a cartoon light bulb
turning on above my head,
it occurs to me
that I no longer need you.
But the moment passes
on squeaking, wobbling wheels
of a dessert cart
and I am stuck...
Stuck in viscous
chocolate syrup and
a strawberry torte
turning on above my head,
it occurs to me
that I no longer need you.
But the moment passes
on squeaking, wobbling wheels
of a dessert cart
and I am stuck...
Stuck in viscous
chocolate syrup and
a strawberry torte
heart.
Lindsay Riggs Brown
Lindsay Riggs Brown
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