a new grapevine, i've lost
track of
so many people,
ex-wives
and lovers, friends,
siblings
and others.
i miss the daily
gossip,
the dirt on what these
people are
up to.
i blame this strange
need
on my mother
who loved
the phone call or
the letter,
or the long chat in
the backyard
over the fence.
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