in st. louis
has disappeared. she's abandoned me.
i suspect
she's fallen in love,
or is overwhelmed
with teaching her unruly
high school classes
Balzac and Shakespeare.
maybe i should call her,
text her,
send her a few hundred
poems i've written since
we last talked.
she's so quick to get to the
point.
no, no, no her red pen screams.
there's one line
in the bunch that i can live
with.
try again, my dear.
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