Tag Archives: David Rutter

Rehab Stories: Happy Birthday, Baby

I pour myself A cup of coffee The way I always take it Just like my heart Bitter And black I wish that I were with you To celebrate your day Though I’d cringe Were you to witness The man-shaped … Continue reading

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Rehab Stories: Creased, Crinkled & Bedraggled

My bed has been made Within an inch of its life Its military corners Things of rigid beauty A well-made bed Shows pride in self A sloppy one Clear sign of indolence You could bounce a quarter Off my bed … Continue reading

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