The week before she
left for Costa Rica
with her new lover
she called me.
Often, she did this.
We talked for hours.
What should I
pack on my trip?
she asked.
Setting out with him
forget all your clothes
but not me.
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new poem, auditioning for a place in my new collection--
for pari
(but don't tell her)
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Wry.
New lovers (someone else's) have never been my favorite. *
gary---haha, yeah, wry is a good description for this one
tim---new lovers (sigh)
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