She fills pages of the legal pads I gave her
with "banana-spiders," "ethereal," "centenarian"
from the Coffeehound--not house--
and a thousand miles away I fill mine
with "auditor," "magistrate," "unenforceable."
I think two lines a day and call it
poems. I worry she thinks she
has lost me, or I have lost myself
to statutes. Restatements. Archaisms
never my style, now my trade.
But listen close to the poems
I'm not saying.
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