Poem: Relationships

I watched a young man walking

slowly down the steepened stairs

a stunning woman

slender with hair that took up more

space

than anyone should be allowed

 

through the crowd I thought

the man was holding her hand

but he was really just holding

a muffin

 

maybe that’s a better relationship

anyway.

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