“We’d tell our recipe
But it’s a secret.....”
Love’s Labour Lost
When day is done
Dishes washed
Tasks filed, tucked,
Swept, end run.
Nothin’ lasts
Not one
No kisses fraught;
None.
Just white screens
Neon flashes
Unblemished, pristine
All undone.
Love dies
Like all else here
Maggots breeding
All me, always one.
~ Judith Vaddi
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