1 PM
last night
a mere mental mirage
at this moment
the necklace on the bedpost
comes all the way around
the way she never will
is the color of love
a word she does not know
is empty in the middle
the gap she leaves
she scoops it into her hand
smiles her indifference
exits
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Early Afternoon Sorrows
by Maxwell Baumbach
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