Saturday, April 13, 2013

going home

at the basketball
court
your French friend
sammi,
is nearly
in tears
as he tells
you, I must go
back to Paris, my wife
no longer loves
me. I think
she is cheating, but
I don't know for
sure.
tonight I go out
for beers,
everyone comes
and says goodbye
to sammi, okay?
will you be
there? sure you
tell him. sure.
for what else is
there to do.
and then he throws
the ball in
to start the game
and runs and runs
and runs.

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