Day 12
Prompt: damage poem
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Cracked
there’s only a thin wall between us
and I’ve known them all my life
she invites me for tea every Sunday
and he washes his car twice a day
her smile today is no different from
every Sunday smile she wears, maybe
her tea is a little colder than usual
but I’m seeping it anyway, looking
with a tickling curiosity at a cup
that is lying on the floor and maybe
I shouldn’t linger on the thought, it’s merely
a cup. She acts like she doesn’t notice
but I do notice a crack splitting
the cup from top to bottom. So what?
it’s lying in a stain of coffee, fresh
and there’s nothing special about
the scene, but she’s very meticulous
about cleaning, and he’s very meticulous
about her. When it’s time to go
they both see me to the door
her hands are restless, and he hasn’t
touched the cake she baked. I hug her,
holding her close for a second longer
than usual, watching the cup. I notice
the same coffee stain on the wall and
another little one on her bare shoulder
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