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An Apology

by Marjorie Sadin

I am sorry we argued.
We mime our morning ritual
of coffee, burnt toast and honey.
I don't want to leave like this.

When I return,
you grip me like a glass of Beaujolais
that could slip through your hands.
You get drunk on me.

Copyright © 2020 by Marjorie Sadin

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