I dumped out last night’s coffee
over a stack of dirty dishes, grounds
punctuated sink,
wrote messages in slow swirl
you came to me smelling
like left-over beer spilling
foamy reminders
over breakfast table
punctured air
like little belches
of swirly remembrances
of why I am even here
I know, sweeping up bodies
off living room floor,
that one day
this dustpan gather,
this dust-woman,
will find a way
to send you off with them
over cold coffee,
I sip like sacrament,
I promise to be different
once I no longer
feel responsible
for your sobriety
or not.
Author notes
I have dumped a few grounds......thank god I got over that!
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500 points, ended June 2, 2007, 22 entries
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Wonderful poem...I'm at a loss for words, seriously. This is beautifully penned and wonderful. Welcome to the finalist list.
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ty Misanthropic, I appreciate that you liked my angsty poem.
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