Observantly, you stormed back
into the apartment you'd never seen
to confront the betrayer of your trust
in a mirror, and make it regret
it had ever been clean. Once inside,
you apologized to your hosts
who were out at the time
in the street, crying help
and police, and you left
them a thoughtful gift: on their
dining room table! A centerpiece
made of natural, healthy organic
things such as you love to eat
and to spread around. Out the back,
through the locked french doors,
you could see quite a sizable yard
- like the one you once had, and
it made you frown. How do I keep
losing so much good in my life?
Well, the answer to that
is - you know! Catching sight
of the vinyl collection and amped
surround-sound, you cranked it to max,
and slipped on Bryan Adams's
"Cuts Like A Knife"
as the moment wore into the floor,
the foundation, the ground.
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