Cindy Earnshaw

‎"I've got a friend"

For the millionth time you tell me

that your plate is full

Our metaphors diverge

It wasn't the millionth time I'd asked

You count me out like money

I'm the pennies to you, honey

And I'm lost

and cold

and hungry

but

your plate is

full.

Copyright © 2011 Cindy Earnshaw