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try as we might
to comprehend
the incomprehensible
with all that we’ve got
when what passes for logic
is chock-full of holes
and the bottom keeps dropping
from under the rainbow
our best intentions
mere shattering glass
the wrong people speaking
their version of facts
democracy screams
for its promising past

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alone together
in this decision
to go it alone
after all these years
together
it’s not that different
from her stint
as a national consultant
where she traveled
from one coast
to the other
I reheated leftovers
and piled up
her mail
how hard can it be?
she’s been deployed
but not to a war
there’ll be visits
iPad FaceTime
she’ll be in one city
one time zone away
waking up this morning
alone
is much different
she’s gone
I can run through the house
screaming
and no one will hear me
she cleared out
her perfume
from the bathroom shelf
this will be great
I can have things
the way I prefer them
except for one
important detail
she’s gone

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nice and easy
just a little at a time
knowing what’s next
blue ice in a glass
a discounting glance
an echoing laugh
hours that pass
with endless dismay
cross-eyed inspection
yet nothing to say

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wandering
farther and farther away
from
that place
of comfort and familiarity
suddenly
it dawns on me
and I realize
I’ve been out all night

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