At six-thirty A.M.

At six-thirty A.M.

A Poem by aoacampbell

At six-thirty A.M. I am

pouring coffee into a gentleman’s cup,

and wondering if he can tell

that I want to die. 

© 2014 aoacampbell


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Added on February 17, 2014
Last Updated on February 17, 2014
Tags: poetry, aoacampbell, prose poetry