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You Never Asked

Saint Paul, 25 August 2007

You might have
an inattentive friend
surprised to learn
you’ve written what
could only be described
as poetry since long
before you met, had kids
then dropped them off at college

Don’t try explaining this
after too many whiskey chasers
since the daft percussion
of your tongue
might spew the word
abandoned
and you’ll feel
anything but poetic