Poems

Morning Meditation

If you want more,
Just say so
He says to a boss
In the physical image
Of his mother, a coworker perceived
As his envious older brother,
A trio of women resembling
In malignity of spirit his older sisters

Before heading, through the years,
To Celine. That party where
He nuzzled her thin neck
And rested his hand on her hip
And whispered, “Room 419. Come kiss
Me goodnight. He’ll never know.”

October 2002

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