Turned Milk

When the milk turns inside my coffee cup

I hate that

When it doesn’t I turn to the woollen-aged kind of pleasure

Of being.

I would be and then you would too

If it could be so

But it cain’t so…

 

Copyright B E Saunders 2016

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