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Playing Scrabble Naked

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Her magnetic messages kept cool
And left to set overnight
Are curdling and cracking on the fridge
Causing icebergs in the milk.

They splinter his ritual of the early morning cuppa.

It's the fifth day since the signs started
And he's reminded of her stories of the young men
Who told her that they liked her
She talked too much

She's filling in his discarded crosswords
Playing scrabble naked
And in an hour or so will serve him
alphabet soup
For the third time this week.