Brunch

... munch munch munch

"Amazing as it sounds,
  I'll never be like you."
She says, words gushing forth like the coffee into her mug.
Black.
The words, not the coffee...
Steaming with shame from their excoriating reality.
They go on...
one generation to the next.
For-
give me.
She begs from behind wrinkles and expanding waist lines. 
Osteoporosis and old age...
bitter...
words that bite like dirty crows on crumbled cookie.
Her hands do all the talking, from
behind bifocals... the woman who turned her bitter.
"I'll never be like you."
Daughter repeats
Stands up dignified...
she leaves.

Author's Note

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