Fingers trace
the crescent moon coffee stain
on the otherwise white napkin.
Nothing left
between us now
but donut crumbs.
Feb 5, 2018
Feb 5, 2018 at 7:55 AM UTC
Fingers trace
the crescent moon coffee stain
on the otherwise white napkin.
Nothing left
between us now
but donut crumbs.
This poetry form is called a Cherita.
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