Pandora’s Husband’s Phone

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

Its buzz calls to you.
Don’t look.
Spray, downplay, pray
but don’t 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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