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26 May

Sevenling (over chips and salsa and beer)             (published in American Poetry Journal, Winter/Spring 2007)

Over chips and salsa and beer he tells me, “I’m done with her.
I’m done with her pity-me tears,
her call me everynights, her please tell me you love mes.”

Under the table I spin the ring
that encircles my newly engaged finger–
spin…spin…spin…

I understand his need to lie.

 
 

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