Scraps: by Bonnie McClellan

There is coffee to be washed

from the bottom of cups,

Floors to be washed,

laundry to be done,

essays and invoices to be written.

The sky is still dark.

Morning’s coffee with sugar and whole milk;

I am fattening on your absence.

 

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Scraps: by Adina Richman

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