Three weeks before you die
I finally tell you
in the floating hum
of your kitchen clock
I’m getting a divorce
You stare at me
say nothing
and leave me
in a temple of silence
on a warm November
afternoon
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| January 2006 /Volume Seven / Issue One | |||||||||
| Nicole Henares | |||||||||
| III Three weeks before you die I finally tell you in the floating hum of your kitchen clock I’m getting a divorce You stare at me say nothing and leave me in a temple of silence on a warm November afternoon |
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