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Oct 2015
How can she not know she’s dead?
The wedding ring dull with soap ****.
the house cleaned twice a day.
I follow her in silence
like an afterthought

She drives her car to the store.
Walking in a mist to buy cheese
How can she not know she’s dead?
She walks down each grocery aisle.
Her legs shapely as before
her figure full and warm
I watch her quietly
in a silent storm.
How can she not know she’s dead?

She tosses her head
her hair flips
like when we are in our bed.
Where she makes love to me
like a troublesome job .
on her to-do list.
How can she not know she’s dead?

Strangers see her fake
white toothed smile.
I see her for the ***** she is.
How can she not know she’s dead?

I follow her to the car
Like something she forgot she said.
Written by
Jude kyrie  Canada
(Canada)   
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