Tonight's Poet Corner: Semi-Solid Squash

Semi-Solid Squash
by Belinda Roddie

It had stayed too long
in the sun, and so it reeked of
hung over mornings and coffee stains
left to linger on pant legs, tucked under
rotten wood from eight am to five pm.
She threw it out after a while, but
the odor stayed, and it was so potent that
the next door neighbors couldn't sleep
and loudly complained of newfound symptoms
of depression and ennui.

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