The house smelled vaguely of butterscotch
Better than thirty year old bowling shoes
I suppose
The wine was poured into a coffee cup
A Burning Spear poster on the wall
One corner loose
"The cleaning woman comes tomorrow"
Followed by a laugh and a kick at some books
On the floor
"Do want some cheese? I have some brie"
Not sure if that was meant to rhyme
Feeling like a tool
Clears a load of laundry off the sofa
Cushions have seen a lot...of wear
Cushions have seen a lot...of wear
Sit against the arm
"So, hey, thanks for the help with the cabinet"
Skirt crawls up her hip as she sits
Avert my eyes
"How come you no longer shave your head?"
The television set is facing the kitchen
Pretty blue tablecloth
Dominos and Backgammon on a shelf
Half empty bottle of Fleischmann's Preferred
Triscuits and soap
Minutes crawl like one-wing Flies on the sidewalk
Everything I say seems to echo
She speaks quietly
"You can stay the night if you like"
Back out gracefully with promises never meant
Keys already out
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