Poem for a bad day

Bad Day
By Caley J. Conney

The red lid unscrewed
from the jar of extra crunchy
almost empty
and the full, mounded spoon
half shoved in my mouth
says it all—
I don’t want to talk.

(via Everyday Poems for City Sidewalk; image via Second Star to the Right Yoga)

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