POEM A DAY 2017

Friday, January 13, 2017

To burrow



Is it dating
if you no longer go out
but burrow instead
inward
like the tin of Thanksgiving pie that collapsed
in our fridge three weeks ago.
We both thought nobody noticed.
Posted by idreamof at 3:29 PM
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