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Mortar

by Anita Mac

I’ve never been one to linger
when things are over…

There was this one time.
I figured after the first 2 years
I owed him at least the time it takes
to grind a shriveled up, dried out heart
to a nice fine powder.

He did a thorough job of it, too.

Of course,
mine was always more capable
of a come back
than his.

07/01/2009

Posted on 07/01/2009
Copyright © 2024 Anita Mac

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Laura Doom on 07/17/09 at 04:53 PM

Reconstituted earth is not to be sniffed at...a fine adaptation.

Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 08/08/09 at 06:17 PM

this made me smile. i think because of the bite.

Posted by Timothy Burns on 09/24/09 at 09:36 PM

Bite indeed. What incisors this poem has!

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