television, no land line,
no radio.
she had a flip phone,
from back
in the Fred Flintstone days
and the original
computer
that Radio Shack made.
she had no
chairs,
no sofa, her mattress
was on the floor,
no shades on the windows.
every room
was cluttered with boxes
and clothes,
books and magazines
with Elizabeth Taylor
on the cover.
she used to wear her pink snake
boots when
she went out to the compost
pile in the yard.
she was an interesting woman
who memorized sonnets
from Shakespeare,
seventy miles
away
on the Eastern shore.
i never quite figured out
her love language.
but i don't see her
anymore.
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