Monday, August 30

on the phone he
says he loves her
but the words are meaning
less than a slight whisper of air,
the subdued

grey of winter
brown of autumn
and i hate
you ruined my life of spring.

she listens with a deaf
ear and makes vibrations with
tongue and cheek.

she doesn't understand that
concept that mystifies most,
anyway she asks the interpretor
what? what? no under
stand up, his chair
falls backwards
with a strangled scream

before she finally gets it
this thing that makes life unbear
able to survive all day and night,
despite the dark and cold and

hunger that she fights tooth and
nail, like the way she's strung across that
cross that bridge when we come to it,


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