lackadaisical croissants and lovers

March 7, 2016
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there were golden flakes of the croissant
he’d been eating
all across the crotch region of his jeans

 

i shook my head when he lifted his eyes
from his plate
he was always careless when he ate

 

with a quick motion of his hand
he brushed the flakes to the floor
i ended up sweeping them to the waste basket

 

the weary night he told me he was moving out
he left me like neglected bread crumbs
so i could piece myself together till i realized

 

he’d always been messy
from the start
but i was used to cleaning up after him






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