Slipping

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Restless in the afternoon

He puts on his coat,

Picks up the flashlight

Where are you going?

It’s daytime

You don’t need a flashlight.

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She gives in, gives up

sewing the quilt pieces

Takes him for a walk

in the bright April wind

he shuffles too slowly for exercise

asks to go back too soon

It’s been barely ten minutes!

Already heading home

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Where do you live? He asks

In Wallkill.  You live with me.

Do you know who I am?

What’s my name?

I don’t know.  I’m sorry.

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Now he is further gone

And she is erased

Dark

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In the hostess’s bedroom

they are too close

in the shadows

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She doesn’t want to

see them too close

then she’ll have to know

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She was looking for the bathroom

They are murmuring

leaning too close

They hold hands

They see her

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She slinks away 

as if she is the guilty one

The Much of It

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Barrels the senses

Bewilders the eyes

Figures of clay, fabric, metal

Blue ceramic dog

Mechanical pecking chicken

Gray mouse in a red jacket

Ugandan woman under an umbrella

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Containers, bags, boxes of

Doll body parts

Cloth from Thailand

Buttons in tins

Beads from ancient Morocco,

Nigeria, India, Mexico

Tinkle and rattle like mini maracas

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Stacks of mysterious papers

Not to be moved

A secret filing system

Shelves packed with books,

Her travel journals

And the walls—a museum

Of prints and paintings

The strawberry picking migrants

In their straw hats

Tree of life tapestry

Embroidered gold birds

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She bought what charmed her,

traded her art for collections of

Intricate buttons, filigree silver

Venetian glass, mother of pearl

She tried to feed

the dark hunger

that vacuum of terror

near her heart

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One more clay rabbit

One more cloisonné pendant

How do you fill a space

the exact shape of God?

She Space

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With her, I don’t have to talk.

She doesn’t mind if I

curl up on her couch

with my notebook and pen

She doesn’t ask what I’ve written

She reads a book about a poet

I’ve never heard of.

She makes her Earl Grey tea in

a green polka dot cup

and rooibos tea for me

in a cup that says

I quilt so I don’t kill someone

Her cat dives into my backpack

We laugh at the same time

I email her the website

of our former lover’s

dance video.

Wow, amazing, she says.

For years

we’ve lifted each other up

through divorces

hot flashes, secret longings

We’ve shared clothes and craziness,

She’s honored my true self,

as I have hers.