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crayon on the crow’s skull
in our son’s room
told him about the time
our one year
was spent apart
in two southern cities

after church
you in your Greek halo
and me in our room
feigning blindness under the quilt
waiting to be discovered
see a smile creeping to your eyes

sent your family
home in a cab to make love on the carpet with frayed
stained torn
edges from that damn dog
still untrained

drunk on vodka
you asked to move to Omaha
Iowa city
Boulder
Ithaca
Spokane
and I tied the driveway to my back
to say it’s alright baby

I know you knew
I was stalling

stoned under black birds

goddamnit I need you every night