Love Sink

Love Sink

A Poem by EVERYTHINGyoucantelltoSTRANGERS
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throwing out/on thrown out

"

slam

didn’t even

slam

pick these doors out

slam

the rugs were his, too

all Oriental, or

something

 

I rejected my role as

domestic goddess

went to work

brought back bacon

cooked it

 

there’s even water pressure, here

and the napkins

look like flightless birds

© 2012 EVERYTHINGyoucantelltoSTRANGERS


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Added on February 22, 2012
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