me and mrs. jones
it was thursday afternoon and
already I was devising a story
to get a jump on the weekend
mrs. jones dismissed english
literature a little early
saying something about the sun
and the moon and the spring
I couldn’t imagine her being
happy with just any man
at least not as long as she
made appearances in my life
although I must say oftentimes
I wonder if she knows I exist
especially outside my own
typewritten boundaries
may two thousand sixteen
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