to get married,
i gave her back all her plates.
she was so
kind with her
leftovers,
her meals, her cookies,
her cakes.
always thinking of me
as a holiday
came around.
i'd look through
the peep hole
when she knocked on the door
she'd see that i was home,
the lights on.
the television through
the wall.
she tried so hard.
borrowing
things. a hammer, a cup
of olive oil.
did i have time to talk?
carrying with her a bottle
of wine.
she was a good neighbor.
but it wasn't
going to work.
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