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fatima
or the way you speak with
a dog's voice
the flowers in autumn sunlight
each day shimmering and
choked with possibility
and the baby alive
the man who threw it onto
the highway dead
and was it pollock who
foresaw this?
were his words
as empty as christ's?
listen
don't spend every waking hour
in the house of truths
don't insist on meaning
the men you elected are
making money
from the butchered corpses of
soldiers
the fields your children play in
have been poisoned
and what if you have to choose
between your wife and
your lover?
what happens when the man with the
bright yellow gloves
turns out to be the killer?
two teenage girls found
chopped to pieces in the woods
forty minutes from my front door and
the way you can't quite remember
the name of the woman
beside you in bed
the possibility that she can't
remember yours
a life
yes
but why?
you drive home and
it's gone
you answer the phone and
it's your father
seven years dead
and he tells you he never
loved you
he tells you you're a failure
and the poem
can only be what it is
and the stories were never
meant to have morals
the man you call the
god of starving dogs is still
living somewhere in this town
and so is the waitress who
slashed her wrists because of him
and the idea of rape is what
they've always had
in common
and the moment you consider
admitting defeat
is the moment you've lost
you'll understand
when it happens
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