It happens
The man who sits
In his cloth chair
In his garage,
Cigar in hand
Agreed the world
Is coming apart /
Said, “my older
Brother died today--
Cancer” / and I
Told him briefly
About your murder
Put hand to heart
Wished him well--
“Happens to us all”
He said / This time
I’d remembered
Water for Lilith /
Didn’t ask him
For a bottle / “That’s
What it’s for,” he’d
Said / when dog was
Hot and I had none.
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