The Day after the Breakup
As the heat howls into the room
The electric kettle rumbles until it stops
I pour the water on the instant oatmeal
And eat it viciously
The warmth of the oatmeal insures me now
That I am not at a loss
Though I missed you yesterday
As I spent my time looking over my poetry
With nightmares of you in the ditch somewhere
Bleeding into the sewers
However, for what it's worth
In the morning sun, I didn't think much of you at all
As I hope you and she will
Be very happy indeed.
Black Kettle - Katie Lois Leahul
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