sunday
the usual sound of the air conditioner at
quarter of seven
the tv showing the mass, the preacher's monotone,
the coffee is getting cold
and the stillness of the spoon and fork
on the table
with one lonely fly buzzing her way
unable to choose
where to land specifically
perhaps feeling the usual hate that the people of this
house are giving her.
the usual sound of the air conditioner at
quarter of seven
the tv showing the mass, the preacher's monotone,
the coffee is getting cold
and the stillness of the spoon and fork
on the table
with one lonely fly buzzing her way
unable to choose
where to land specifically
perhaps feeling the usual hate that the people of this
house are giving her.
the words are here
and i am not unkind.
and i am not unkind.
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