☕ On a Cold Slab ☕

@toetagjanedoe

Within the mirror of pretend There is no reflection of imperfections Subsequently erasing of any existence. Within are finds of found by way of the internet .... .... all finds and founds are property of the internet. Proof is not always in the pudding of the bowl .... .... but of the bowl holder screaming of its emptiness. Not all postings are suitable for viewing in the work place .... .... age requirement for viewing is suggested. ( as directed by the state of law of ones own dwell ) That about sums up this that of the other. I drink coffee you drink tea theory. Within a crayon box and a blank sheet of paper.

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Dear Diary,

Sometimes, and this is only sometimes ... Daddy allows me on the furniture .... but only if I have been a good Pet .... I like the feel against my skin.

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He was a big man, says the size of his shoes on a pile of broken dishes by the house; a tall man too, says the length of the bed in an upstairs room; and a good, God-fearing man, says the Bible with a broken back on the floor below the window, dusty with sun; but not a man for farming, say the fields cluttered with boulders and the leaky barn. A woman lived with him, says the bedroom wall papered with lilacs and the kitchen shelves covered with oilcloth, and they had a child, says the sandbox made from a tractor tire. Money was scarce, say the jars of plum preserves and canned tomatoes sealed in the cellar hole. And the winters cold, say the rags in the window frames. It was lonely here, says the narrow country road. Something went wrong, says the empty house in the weed-choked yard. Stones in the fields say he was not a farmer; the still-sealed jars in the cellar say she left in a nervous haste. And the child? Its toys are strewn in the yard like branches after a storm—a rubber cow, a rusty tractor with a broken plow, a doll in overalls. Something went wrong, they say. Poem, Copyright © 1980 by Ted Kooser.

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