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date of misfortune

A Date of Misfortune 

The bus was late it was raining when she alighted… 
my temper was moody, since it was late the kitchen 
at the café was closed, but they still had slices of 
“black forest gateau,” we had that with white wine 
because the waiter refused to serve red wine with 
a gateau; she drank the whole bottle and got giggly.
Going to my place, we stopped an outdoor kiosk 
selling hotdogs, I ate two with mustard on, since she 
disappeared throwing up in the back of the stall. 
She refused to come home with me I walked her to 
the bus station where she caught the last one home 
to her parents.  

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  1. Date: 10/26/2012 7:08:00 PM

    Jan - One reason I don't date anymore although I rarely throw up. (not because I'm old mind you.) love, Kathy

    hansen Avatar jan oskar hansen Date: 10/27/2012 5:53:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    white wine is poison
  1. Date: 10/26/2012 8:15:00 AM

    Another weekend is here and I have not read as many poems as I would have liked to this week. I am happy I was able to read yours today. Have a wonderful weekend Jan. Hopefully I will be able to read more next week. Love, Carol

    hansen Avatar jan oskar hansen Date: 10/26/2012 9:09:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    thank you Carol