All I know now is he's gone
and no amount of impecuniousness
will return him me
or elicit a response from
his dowdy sisters.
It happened on a Wednesday.
Brittle sex, infections, bad cooking,
irredeemable goods, questionable
writing happen at me always
on Wednesdays.
I vowed one time years back,
never to get out of bed
of a …
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