Ellen,
who
he met at
Krispy Kreme's one
morning
as he picked up a dozen
glazed and
a bear claw,
and a large
coffee,
is suspiciously getting
too close
to him.
she answers his phone.
opens
his mail,
comes in without knocking.
he's ninety-five
and she's
eighty-seven.
always bringing over
a new bottle
of baby oil.
even now it's hard to know
what trouble
he might be in,
as she reads off the numbers
of his lottery
tickets
with a magnifying
glass, then saying nope,
we still didn't win.
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