Mark Money Poems

at home in her highrise
she's intentionally vague
about what time she goes to bed.
imagery spills out in the darkness:
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unstable as driftwood
blinded by her beauty
i have no choice but to travel the dog winds.
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she said 'think it over'
so i did.
and i think it's over.
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i click the light off
and reach out toward my wife
who is already asleep among the covers and pillows
that make her
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(how memories flood over you like rain
and how you remember voices that you can no longer hear)

out of the vastness
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3: 01a.m.
i snap off the light
and lie on my side in the oversized bed.
sleep won't come i've had so much rest
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She was like asbestos;
Sure, she was fireproof, but she took my breath away.
I had to limit my exposure.
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sometimes there’s a breath
of perfume in the air
it lays low
waiting for movement to stir it up
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it's two hours past the time
she said she'd be here

i left the front door unlocked
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