Sticky Feet

by kendra   Feb 2, 2009


We walked into the kitchen
from our late night supercenter visits,
just me and her,
night after night,
for weeks,
maybe months.

not thinking straight,
and barely able to walk.

we stumbled and slipped,
and we saw this on the floor:
cherry cola.

..and we had sticky feet.

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