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NO CHILDREN, WILL TRAVEL

 

she knew when the pollen coated the car

                        in sulfur slip

it was another summer

                                    with no child

 

with no child

            they travel easily

                        they easily arrive at parties

with lilac perfume, cognac in hand,

            play the elegant part

                                     

            the part of her hair

                        chafes him

            the care she gives to geometry

and appearance

                        a straight line

            for a press release

 

                                    and the released

            breath she sends into the dark bedroom

                         floats above

 

when he was sleeping

                        he was softer

            when he was softer

                                    he was no one she knew 

Posted 03/12/16
Originally published in Country Dog Review
Books by Rebecca Hazelton
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