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monday morning at the counter

last night’s bourbon bottle
sits back
a hooker over-staying her welcome
fishnet legs dangling over the kitchen counter

the coffee maker knows where you’ve been
but holds it’s tongue while you pour your ritual
as alcoholic fathers
are monday morning’s silence

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