A
love gone bad is like a fresh boiled shrimp that’s slipped
from the colander,
to the sink, to slither out of sight
through the black rubber fangs of the
disposal. You wonder
if you dug it out and washed it off with adoring care,
if it
would still be good enough to serve... it’s better just to
flip
the switch and say goodbye.
08 oct 01
M
Madison
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