Sunday Morning

Table pushed against heating pipe
between white wall and brick.
Caitie’s crystal platter smeared
with cream cheese and Red Velvet remnants.

Goat cheese log nearly gone,
Gouda plastic rind next to
red wine cork on bread plate.

Spilled whiskey smell near
gold napkins from Jack’s,
stacked perfectly in two piles.
Plastic wine glass full of
white.

Crushed can of Pabst
next to empty plastic flowered cups stacked,
cake covered fork on peanut brittle
crumbs.

White taper candle next to
stargazer lilies Benjamin
brought for Adrian, unlit.

Gold fur coat draped over chair near
far corner of the table.
Tinsel dropped on house plant
near South African Shiraz, Paso Robles Cabernet,
and a mirror standing up against brick.

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About amyleighcutler

Writer, dancer, vagabond extraordinaire
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