months or so, i get a text
from Robin,
telling me
how wonderful her life is.
almost free at last,
she says,
as her husband lingers
in hospice.
she tells
me she's in love,
no, she says, not that guy,
or the guy
before that.
this is a new guy,
i met him at Kroger's,
we both reached for the same
hot house tomato
in the bin.
he treats me like a queen.
he adores me,
he worships the ground
i walk on.
he wants to take me to
Wildwood, New Jersey
for the weekend.
money is no object.
he pays for everything.
he opens the car door me.
i mean who does that?
but i'm not getting too excited,
because it's only been
a week.
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