Saturday, May 5, 2007

c'est ca

The morning after the party,
I woke up when she left the apartment.
I made myself eggs and coffee.
I picked up my dress from the floor and hung it up.
I showered;
I brushed my teeth.
I called my parents and told them
I wasn't coming home until August.
"I'll miss you," said my mother.
"The weather's better in August," said my father,
"and more vegetable will be ripe."

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