Social Media Is a Tattle Tale
She was just sitting there, not paying attention.
A sitting duck? I guessed.
She glared at me.
Can I please finish the story?
I knew then I was in for a pouty evening.
So I was quiet.
As long as I could be.
A sitting duck? I guessed again.
I had seen the photo on social media.
She has not spoken to me since.
Angry that I know what she has for breakfast
And what color panties she has on….
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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