Soft Oatmeal Cookie
Teacher left a wrapped soft oatmeal cookie on her desk.
I could touch it with my right hand if I wanted to.
I think about opening it up and devouring it.
But it might be her lunch.
I leave it unbothered.
Annoyed she dumps it in the garbage upon her return.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2023
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