January 2012
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New Haircut
You cut your hair short,
I see.
You sport a different nickname
whose sounds will remain
forever foreign to me because
we never speak.
Obviously
we frequent
the bar where all the spoiled
private university kids
glamorize their woes
by drowning
what their bitchy professors would call vicissitudes
with expensive alcohol
so that their troubles would not
surface
to confront them.
Your new...
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Special Occasion
On special occasions
I wear the costume
of a sorrowing man.
My prop is a mess of sudsy hair
and a still soaking bath towel
wrapped around
a body that shivers
mid-morning.
These days,
I celebrate
the intermittent anniversaries
of your fingerprints
under the dampness.
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