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St. Johnsbury

she poured the bone colored
grit into her coffee
watched it turn
a lighter shade of resignation
and stirred, unsmiling

what’s the matter?
he said
his words hanging
mid-air
a blooming cloud
of blinding ignorance

oh....
nothing,
she exhaled
her breath
a paste of disenchantment
mixed
with heavy regret

take my hand
she said,
not out of want
but need
why?
he said,
not out of concern
but for clarification

i just seem to be stuck
is all
and she left it
at that

Rene ~ 2013

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  1. I love this. I like my resignation black. It burns more going down.

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