Tuesday, September 24, 2013

ANDANTE

Pleasant-
ly rude 
and
rumpled this morning—and 
feeling
it deep
down in each 
of
battalions 
of
billions 
of
stiff little capillaries—my two desiccated  

smart-
aleck lips 
are—somehow 
quick 
to pull slow drags
from 
a luke-
warm green travel 
mug 
of paste-
colored 

coffee and cream and 
cinnamon—and sure, miss, I'm ready—

in a 
minute, 
that is—to look 

over those 
files you were all asking-
after last

week or whenever—

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