Ex's
A smeared reflection
mirrors off my memory,
of her
and how she took
2 hours every morning
to paint, draw, brush, curl and spray
H
her appearance on.
But she could not even
make up
2 minutes of breakfast chatter.
Miming herself to me.
Thank God for windex.
Copyright © Brian Lanko | Year Posted 2025
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