Flowers by the Sink

252 :: Sink Flowers

Saturday
hurt by a friend
walking away
it follows me around
all afternoon
and I can’t shake it.

I try to take a walk
and I try to write a poem
and I try to have a conversation,
but still
it stays
and it goes to sleep with me
and wakes up with me
with tears
at the kitchen sink.


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