a response.

6 May

Coffee

Once:   my grandmother drank coffee
for five days
in a rocking chair
by the window
waiting for her husband to leave his lover.

Now: my mother drinks coffee
every day
from a poisoned cup
with caution
and sometimes with dancing anger.

Electra

I’m bleeding out:
each time he tells her
secrets I once confided
in him.

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