Tuesday Again

I close my eyes,
drop soba noodles into
boiling water.

The sky in Harlem is steam
rolling over brick.
water unzips my jacket.

A repeating refrain

It needs a fine edit.
I watch him bite his lip,
look down to the left.
I tip my glass and let water
swell the napkin.

Clock on the wall.

Long Island politics.
It wasn’t an image,
the candy melts over time.

Spotted tulips on bookshelf.

We remind ourselves of what we’re worth.
Be careful what you eat.

A repeating refrain,
but what else could that mean?

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About amyleighcutler

Writer, dancer, vagabond extraordinaire
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