Writing on iPhone
At Starbucks
With small coffee
And cookie
Guilty pleasure
Stolen moments
In my own simple way
Tire slashed
Window broken
Restraining order straining
Straining to contain
The crazyness of him
What karma have I done
Or left undone
To merit
Such attention
God grant me peace
I now know
How precious that is
Not having to wonder
What next, what next,
Behind which bush
Will he be
Lurking?
And so I sip my latte
Slowly
Treasuring
A few moments
Of peace
Of secret pleasure
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