Coffee Girl

I'm Coffee Girl from a pottery wheel
warm and curved and hanging from a hook
I know one trick,
to distract the honest eye
but every shell is empty.

Choose me
and you'll be sorry, though I'm
sweet on my feet,
I'm Coffee Girl when I fall
I run out right before your honest eyes.
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for Friday Flash 55 at VerseEscape, hosted by my fab BFF Hedgewitch.

In My Book

In my book,
there are pages and pages of you, babe.
I have organized my own alphabet,
and this is what it says:
"Oh yes, Mama like!"

In my Saturday,
there are no religious zealots,
nobody killing people, creatures, trees, themselves.
Call me shallow, I don't care.
What there is, is ice cream and trash tv.

In my closet,
there are only soft fabrics, 
pleasing colors,
nothing too tight or too young for me.
Everything smells nice,
cos of that junk I use in the dryer.

In my book,
things are moving right along.
It's Saturday,
there's sweet rolls in the oven,
and I've got the couch cushions arranged just so.
My dog is chewing on her blue crocodile.
All of this is necessary
if I am to engage the world and save it, the way I always do,

on Monday.

for Sherry Blue Sky's prompt at Real Toads.