May 2003 / Volume Four / Issue Two
Michael Bosau
i went over it again for the last time

while some kid plucked away at a casio

          in an upstairs apartment

my shirt still felt damp from the tears

         (mine/hers)

and i couldn’t help but crack a smile

as he went from

basa nova to salsa

calling it quits as

i slipped the ring into my left front

pants pocket

the rumba fades into the background
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