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Sunny Deposition

 Hoping that someday
things would change
she worked it granite solid.

For nearly 40 years
she put up
with his lost sense
of humor
and military dominations
until at last
I stood
with her
in a bikini shop
on the beach
in California
watching
as she pulled down
one fly speck
after another
until the polka dots
were bigger
than the spaces
they covered,
and she stood there
asking if this one
would look better,
or if this size one
would looked better.

I was working
a phone call
with an agent
and told him
I couldn't
concentrate
right now
since all
I could see
was blonds
and triangles
and my head
was exploding
and he said
he wanted
to trade lives,
and then
we walked
down the sand
towards the end
of her day
as she threw
her issues down
card face up
and asked
if this
was the end
of the game.

Somehow,
I didn't think so.

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