Friday, April 13, 2018

spittoon

He chews tobacco.
She hates it.
He has a brass spittoon under his desk.
She hates it.
His teeth are yellow
She hates them.
Always the pouch. The orange pouch. 
She hates that too.
He takes a pinch. The brown fragrant leaves.
She hates the stink. 
He invites her to chew. 
She hates him.

Why do you stay married to her I ask.
For better or worse he says.
©Karen Casady 2018

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