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It gets worse Than opening the screen door, The freshly cut grass at my back, To find you on all fours, The yoga video with the ocean on the television. Your body makes our house look good. I sit at the kitchen table So I can watch you, Check the clock and pour my first drink, Pretend to write this. Across the street, a man about my age Does slow circles in the park, Waves a metal detector And hopes he's as close I am.
3:47 PM
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