Ed & Sarah

                  Sarah & Ed

A glass apple shines in light so pale you

Hardly remember to breathe.

Twenty three seconds later you notice

A car noise and remember it’s Wednesday.

Uncomfortable plastic chairs pass for décor

At cafes that lure sweaty walkers.

Banter floats up four stories in time to

Stop you from crying.  Who’s out there?

You pull on some shorts and fly down

Stairs, forget the bad knee.  Human contact.

It’s Sarah.  She’s lost her hat.  She sits

Politely waiting.  You walk slowly.

She walks slower.  Finally you stop.

You think about stroking her.

You think.  You think.  Which stops

You from crying.  Think on young man.

Wheel of Fate

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Wheel of Fate

 

Black always

suffices, even

on alpine floppy

hats in old

Gwangju.  Complicated math

is required: figures

beyond earth

stroll, hypocrites preach

to children but they

know: strayed already

avoided early parenthood

by pure luck or smarts.

Some big mouth

goes down: broke domestic rules

so cunnilingus,

which was all

he had left, has been

taken away.  The death

of intimacy

proves Karmic

payment is never really

complete, as

“it’s over” rings in

ears, eyes tear, son laughs,

Not knowing

why a grown man would ever

be so full

of emotions.  Ten

years down, where is up?

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