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Nov 2011
He called to straighten me out,
to announce he was hurt,
and explain how I could
avoid the problem in the future.

Just let him know if plans change

He repeated his ultimatum
louder and with more emphasis,
I ceased listening,
began to formulate.

My viewpoint, my innocence

I knew he would,
wind himself down,
so I feigned empathy,
pretended he won.

Now, my turn to comment

A tiny cabin on a
distant windblown island,
barren, safe, alone,
cut off from life.

He ceased listening.
P E Kaplan
Written by
P E Kaplan  Belfast, Maine
(Belfast, Maine)   
   Nicole tanner and Jay Bain
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