Pandoraís Husbandís Phone

Best not to look.
Do something in your pristine kitchen.
Mop, pop a soap bubble, chop something
but donít look.

Its buzz calls to you.
Donít look.
Spray, downplay, pray
but donít look.

His returning key clicks in the door,
his greeting bright, false.

Last chance.
Swipe, read, delete,
mop, pop a soap bubble,
chop something.

Christine Griffin

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