Monday, November 24, 2008

With Our Apologies

It’s very late and he can’t sleep
because his new friend is standing
outside his hotel door loudly
describing what chocolate tastes like.

His pleas of "I know. I've had it!"
go entirely ignored as he pretends
not to notice what's projected on the
wall from the streetlamp outside his low window.

"Sir, you're almost all gone."

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