Issue #54


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Facts Worth Knowing

Our last big fight, why affection

for anyone other than ourselves

withers as we flow toward death.

Lost somewhere, truth about the ragged void

between us, complicated by stony silence,

mostly mine. Whereas, it’s a known fact

to banish rats, use pounded glass

splashed with dry corn meal.

Not enough to apologize — instead,

I offer a saying, boiled walnut bark

can darken eyebrows gone from gray

to white. And so, the day turns bad,

divides itself, bringing sundown closer, 

faster, the finish depending on upset

sealing off each heart. Matters not

if a hot iron will soften putty,

unlike anger, easily lift it away.

Contempt pulses, ebbs. Love splits,

often jaggedly, but hardly ever

in half. To repair the ending,

I must first find one small tear. 


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