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She says she’ll just go out for drinks
and be back soon to make my meal.
She never tells me what she thinks
and doesn’t care how bad I feel.

She’ll be back (she says) to make a meal.
But it’s so dark, she should be home.
She doesn’t care how bad I feel
or how much longer I’ll be alone.

It’s really dark, she should be home.
She won’t phone me if she’s late.
How much longer will I be alone?
Perhaps she’s gone out on a date.

She won’t phone me if she’s late.
She doesn’t think of me at all.
I know she’s gone out on a date!
I bet he’s handsome, very tall.

She doesn’t care for me at all.
She’ll let me starve that’s what I think.
I bet he has dogs, and is very tall.
There’s not much water left to drink.

*Written for me by Atticus after I revealed that I have a love affair with my cat, Ming.

Copyright 2012 by Dan Collins. Stock image from Google.

That’s the way it sounds to me
My hand dragging in the water
As you bow her violin in key
We laugh and drink Vichy water

My hand dragging in the water
The contrails in the sky
We laugh and drink Vichy water
You say her name, but I don’t cry

The contrails in the sky
Hang like my heart in stasis
You say her name, but I don’t cry
I give you my last quarter with two faces

Hang like my heart in stasis
Until it bursts into a fistful of coins
I give you my last quarter with two faces
Throw it in her grave, I enjoin

Until it bursts into a fistful of coins
As you bow her violin in key
Throw it in her grave, I enjoin
That’s the way it sounds to me

Poem copyright 2011 by Susan Budig.

Stock image courtesy of Google Image.

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