Once it mattered, countertops,
We chose, we chose these countertops,
Back then we decorated, and
These choices, well, they mattered —
But all was so precarious:
Relationship, vicarious,
Just perched upon a countertop,
Until it tipped
And shattered
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Published by Beleaguered Servant
Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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