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Worrying Spring

i understand wanting to
console our own mortalities
when i mention him
but couldn’t we just
his tie collection his
laugh his mysterious beautiful
love of i understand
betting your wife away
in a game of
sweet lady still has
that mood comes knocking
is the cat dish
nowhere to be found
as if her lost
things would surface the
more i replaced her
every month more sure
the cat the dish
was for was dead
do tall people get
turned on slower which
night were you there
i might know what
you saw and see

Posted 04/11/09
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