They Don't Have Good Years
She stands, tilted in the corner, fidgets, grabs a
long straight cigarette from the white pack
hair flowing, puffs in freedom
blows out him
his worrisome obsessions all around her
cold body
She holds a black sheet around her skinny shoulders
bony hips, big dreams, no time
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He bleeds her from the inside, accepts the
collect call from Thailand and wheels around in the chair
with briefs on, making last minute adjustments
throwing her glances that suggest turpentine
Forked tongue held innocently behind teeth that needed braces
Photos showcase all five faces, personalities brushed behind the television stand
the rubber tree plant
under
the rug.
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Their dreams were too big
for America
so t(he)y bought this island
and they bought cartons of tofu sen meen
and 1912 Merlot, and gave sloppy vows
Woke up groggy with nothing at all.