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by H.O. Santos

I cussed her out for making changes after changes, "Get your goddamn brochure now before you change your mind again--I'm not making any more revisions." I left the material outside my front door for her to pick up. I didn't want to see her 'cause I knew she was equally good at cussing me out. Later, as I was going out I noticed the envelope was gone. In its place were two bottles of oenophile-grade Chardonnay and a note that said, "Thank you for your help, I really appreciate it. I love you."

©2001 by H.O. Santos

This poem is a BPSS original.


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