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Francs and Fake Friendliness
Dorothy M. Hubermann
She seemed to spend a lot of wake and wealth on sullen secrets.
A still, sad heart at a waited table, observing the cafe.
And while she blinked her sighs she tapped her fingers on the wood-top
and listened to her tepid conscience passing by the day.
She churned her coffee white while tasting pictures of the dusk
that danced to a too-dirty samba of a woven wide array.
She picked his hair off of her sweater,
bought a scone, with nothing better
to fill up a schedule on such a gray and such a dusty day.
During the light there’s nothing that can
surmount to nights with a married man.
Dorothy M. Hubermann has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Dorothy M.'s terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Dorothy M.'s latest works: