missing quarters and a quarter-lifeMature

She picks up the couch cushion,
looks under a few beer bottles
& says distractedly,
"I'm looking for the time,
I left it here somewhere -
probably gobbled up by the couch,"
a swing of her hips, landing with
a kick to the left, she yelled
"AND I'D LIKE TO HAVE IT BACK!"

With her eyes in rage
she looks so much older.
So much older, & that's
certainly not what she's
searching for.

The End

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