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three day weekend


she left her stockings hanging
in the shower
leading me to believe
she would be back

but I knew she wouldn’t be back

there wasn’t much food
left in the house
but I didn’t feel much like
eating anyway

after a few days
I talked myself into believing
they were just a gift
so I tucked them away
somewhere she might find them


november two thousand thirteen
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making conversation


what’s your favorite song
I asked her
as we sat atop the bluff
overlooking the mississippi river
the white sails below looking like
a paint-by-number watercolor

she took a sip of her arnie palmer
and lowered her sunglasses
exposing sinister eyes
straight into mine
then pushed them back
and returned to her sunbathing

what was that look for
I asked her
picking up a rock and rubbing it
with my thumb and fingers

you know what my favorite song is
you silly man
she whispered above the happy birds
why don’t you go ahead
and sing it for me



august two thousand thirteen
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before the winds do


I thought I heard something
but it was just the wind
I think she said
sitting in the living room

I perked up and turned down
the baseball on TV
started to listen in
like one of those creeps

repetitive silence ensued
followed by curious winds
sneaking in
through the attic vents

rushing in I reached out
begging her to take
my hand
before the winds do



july two thousand thirteen
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weather delay


it snowed all night
and in the morning I went to look
for my boots
so I could shovel the drive

what the hell is it doing
snowing in springtime
I complained to the woman
sitting on the couch with pencil
in hand

she shrugged her shoulders
and put her face
back in the sudoku

you know you’re supposed
to do those things in pen
just like the crossword puzzle
I said

she lifted her eyes
and stretched her arm straight at me
the pencil an extension
of her middle finger

you know she said
if you’re looking for your boots
I sold them on amazon
last month
now get the hell out of my house


march two thousand thirteen
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all rights reserved

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