the mac computer sat, overnight,
in a shallow puddle on the kitchen table
in the morning, she refused to type.
no one knew where the water had come from
there was no evidence of a glass
having been knocked over by the cat
"maybe it was an ice cube. ice
leaves no trace."
The evidence disappears.
If I ever commit a crime,
solid water will be involved.
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