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By Rose Drew
My friend is moving
and has failed to pack up her man
I have suggested a large box
hopefully with holes
maybe some paper lining
She is despondently plagued
and has shouted at herself
for pages of dark dramatic print
If she were to take him
she’d need to crack the windows
at rest stops
or else act surprised
when she opens
the well-taped box
But my friend is moving and
has failed to pack her man
leaving him discarded amongst
the mismatched plates, chipped creamers
and excesses of linen tablecloths
She remains ambivalently plagued
by guilt, but will
need to shut off the gas and electricity
before the meter readers return.
She has shouted at herself for pages,
of dark dramatic print,
and is delighted to find her work applauded
at her many many readings.
My friend is moving.
I will miss her company.
© Copyright 2004, Rose Drew, All Rights Reserved.
*Halsted is a Connecticut poet, featured in The Best of The Fairfield Review. A sample poem may be found here. --egh
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Document last modified on: 01/06/2007