milking the young

He hardly spoke a word in the morning,

neither to his wife nor to his daughter;

The coffeemaker has malfunctioned.

 

A jar of instant coffee sits close by,

his saving grace,

The refrigerator is stocked with

cartons of fresh lady milk,

 

Innocent white milk frothing,

boiling on an aged, adulterated stove;

a cold business transaction.

 

A soft protein layer forms atop the milk;

Condom skin,

stretches over a dark,

guilty cup of caffeine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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