By Angela Counts © 2009 Lake Como, Italy There was a cow skull on the onyx coffee table It was a centerpiece It was picked up and dusted under Next to the skull were seeds And papers for rolling cigarettes Sometimes there were bottles of cheap wine And sometimes there was cheez whiz and crackers Daddy brought home little debbies one day Running into the kitchen full of anticipation Someone opened the fridge door, her skull collided Against the heavy door and stunned them She got extra debbies and equilibrium Daddy got restless and left, the skull beneath the soft flesh, forgotten like the onxy coffee table and innocence
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