acurmudgeon

When you live with her you find her in the most unexpected places She is in my pantry, tucked between molding bread and cans that have been there for years She hides behind the milk in my refrigerator She is the brown banana, the flat soda, she is the half empty bottle of strawberry vodka crema di limoncello wine turned to vinegar she is the absinthe that I will never finish She has a voice and she whispers She sings I am not alone when I have her I find her in my hair Elastic bands and tangled strands and a yellow flower tucked behind my ear She whispers to me. She is the sun. There are signs in the window Wilted plants, she's there S