shows me his wall,
the one he wants
me to repair,
the almost perfectly formed
hole
where his head hit
when he fell
over the shoes
his wife left, strewn
on the floor.
i ask him if it hurts,
he says no,
but he's not talking to
his wife
anymore.
and she's no longer allowed
in Norstrom
for the annual
shoe sale.
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