after
we need to deal
with.
we look for words to say,
as we collect
the empty
bottles, dishes
and glasses, dumping
the ashtrays.
clothes are found,
below
and above the bed,
the chair,
on the stairs,
the fray.
nothing on hangers,
nothing folded,
there was no time for
that.
can i walk you to your
car, i ask.
please no need, she says,
with a peck
on my cheek.
i'll just
be one my way.
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