an old coffee table
used not for its beauty
but for the comfort
and the company.
an orange creamsicle
bought repeatedly
from the same truck
on summer days at the pool.
a song on replay
on the car radio
that no one ever stopped
singing along to.
not in love
but familiar.
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Poetrywe are the broken//we are the corrupt//we are the shallow #54 poetry (2/23)
