But I have eaten
The fancy yogurts
That were in the refrigerator
Which you were no doubt saving
For some future lunch.
There really wasn’t anything else
Other than that 4lb bag of brocolli
And you’re in Los Angeles, anyway.
A Poem for My Wife
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The girl who always writes furiously in class.
But never passes any tests.
you wonder why
Maybe it’s becuase she pours out her soul in the margins
leaving the rest for notes she never takes.
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