Manifestations
she comes
late tonight
and tells you
she is very tired
that she was
with her aunt
and in the
restaurant
where
they ate
early dinner
where they
drank
light beer and
smoked
some marlboro
and they were
laughing
on some jokes
that i told you
the other day
about married
people who
do not make
do
anymore as
often as they
want to
on the
early part of
their marriage
the honeymoon
that you
do not want
to remember
anymore
and then she
kissed you
goodnight
on your cheek
slightly and she
went straight
to your
bedroom
turned the air
condition
on and then
wrapped herself
with thick
wool blanket
and closed her
eyes and
slept
with all the
lights
on
she curled
like a puppy
that
we bought
yesterday
you guess
she must
be very
lonely in this
kind of
misery
the time
is 9: 30 p.m.
it is
saturday
and it is
raining
and there
is no one
in the house
anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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