The Morning After
smooth lies spread so thickly
with the flat dullness of a butter knife
the pain inflicted by their sharpness
enough to surgically remove your heart
droplets of your essence left to bitterly lace your morning coffee
Copyright © Bernadette Langer | Year Posted 2006
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