he's away
on business, she says,
looking out the window
at the shed.
the grass is long,
there's paint peeling on
the white fence.
i see no sign of a man
around,
no shoes, no sports
equipment, no suits
or jackets hanging about.
no shaving cream,
or razor.
there's only one toothbrush
in the stand.
i think she's lying about
her husband.
he's not away on business
in Italy, or
France.
he doesn't really work
for the World Bank,
he's nowhere,
man.
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