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Tish Davis

Morning Talk

My black faux-leather bag is propped against the apartment door; the coffee pot, already unplugged. I’m trying to squeeze my left foot into a new pair of vintage heels when the topic on the morning talk show shifts. My ex, in jeans and a copper V-neck sweater, is on TV proudly displaying his newest invention – some one-of-a-kind household gadget. The host alludes to global production, annual sales, but the middle-aged millionaire stares quietly full-face into the camera.

late for the bus
a thread in my nylon
unravels