ennui
there is spilt milk
somewhere it shouldn’t be
eventually the cat
will lick it up
this place is such a mess
especially since
the two lovers
moved out
taking with them the
lavender divan & purple lamp
it’s sunday
and not even the birds
have checked in yet
an irish coffee in the works
(or so is the word)
daydreaming on the glider
on the back deck
waiting to be buzzed
july two thousand twenty-three
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