Could I Borrow a Cup of Sugar
At first it was sugar
Could I spare a cup?
Don’t be silly, I replied.
Being new, I did not understand
It was not going to be just a one-time thing.
I sent her home with an unopened ten pound bag.
She would replace it on Tuesday.
That was ten years ago, I never found out which Tuesday.
Last week she came over to borrow my car.
I felt like a hard ass, but I said “no”.
She banged it up the last three times,
and I already gave her my husband.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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