shows
me her husband's man cave
in the basement.
the pool table,
the tiki bar in the corner,
bottles and glasses
at the ready.
there's the piano over there,
a guitar
and microphone.
on the wall is a photo of
him,
he looks like Marvin Gaye,
he's that handsome,
that tall.
that graceful.
she begins to cry.
i tell her not to change a thing.
don't touch
a wall.
leave it this way for a while.
it's too early
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