Saturday, November 23, 2024

don't eat the apple

Plop, plunk, drip
Bright vibrant red
Soaking, spilling, clumping
Burnt brown rusted
Each month you now come
Though it took a while
Consistency was spotty at best
For years I would only see you
Once or twice and at quick glance
Now overstay your welcome
Ruining the romance
I've gotten to know you too well
Your temper a raging hell
Twisting my gut to tendril
Leaving me noxious and spinning
On the bathroom floor I wait
For the next bout to evacuate
In and out the shower, huddled down
Until that singular moment of grace
Where I have just enough strength
To stand up and make it to the couch
A place to wait it out
For the Pink Stork to save the day
Wrapped in a warmed blanket
And bundled up without the baby

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