Doesn't everyone want to break up
with their job on dark, cold Monday mornings?
a fumble, a smack on a hard kitchen floor
Ball and I have broken in two this morning.
thank goodness no coffee was spilled.
even when I leave you, Ball, your stamp will
still be upon me after these 17 years
together, you'll still have a small spot
in my heart.
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