The women who steal married men are all named Diane
or Kathy. They wake up in the night in Baby Dolls,
sexy and steamy beneath acetate sheets,
thinking of hot tubs.
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He wept for his father
His father who implored
him to not test life, to not
seek treasures unknown
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One Summer he asked me
to get his pack of cigarettes,
but I was not quick enough.
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One day my sister appears
at an Art fair
near the Scituate farmland
...
Decades ago, the waste of infatuation
hidden in my wallet pocket
a crumbled rose, a piece of stale
chocolate waiting to be eaten
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At the end of the week, some drinking,
his best friend, and my mother waiting
by the top of the stairs with a basin.
We all learned our way around anger
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I watch you eat
while my left hand
holds the cup with
my right.
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I can think about pain
I can talk about the pain scale,
but feel yours? Pain has no remorse.
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