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May 19
all those times he walked
out of the restaurant to talk to you
on his cell phone while she sat
looking at her plate of honey

grilled salmon alone? What did
she think when you called him in
the wee hours of the morning waking him
from a sound sleep? And he replied

as he lied next to her on their four-
poster bed with the skylight window
overhead that it was so nice to hear
your sunflower voice dancing pirouettes

on the wire's edge. And what did she
think when he left the house all those times
to buy milk in his tight ripped jeans after he'd
preen himself and splash on the polo red after-

shave? He must have gave some excuse that
the trip took hours when the store was just around
the corner. Did he bilk when she asked
where was the milk?
sandra wyllie
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