......You Had It So Damn Good You Were Blind Poem by elysabeth faslund
......You Had It So Damn Good You Were Blind
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The door rattles.
Someone lost.
The calendar speaks three weeks...
Of my life.
I write. A warm chair hugs me close...
Closer than muscled arms.
The phone, unplugged,
Cannot speak sweet words.
Cell phone off.
I write. The microwave needs
No food, dishwasher-no dishes.
And if he asks if I looked strange
Or said anything...
Tell him
I danced last night.
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4/19/2024 6:28:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I love the imagery in this, great job