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A Glue of What
When I let her cheat
on her husband
with me
('we're just girls afterall")
did I know then
what I don't know now?
How to clear out the need
from the greed
that time-worn song
about somehow knowing
that right is other than wrong
does that stick with you
and for how long
when the heat's turned up?
The glue I spilled
on her
a glue of what?
[November, 1997]
from The Mind Fuck of Poetry
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