Cesaiio -Kaqla mcAuliffe-
He 1
said:
wish you;
to
life
1
could just be attracted
1
how
straightforward
would seem,
stepped over
a crack in the sidewalk.
The
silence
between us compelled
me
to respond.
So hiding, as always,
behind a I
sisterly affection,
chided his oversimplification:
Wouldn't we, even, over the
A
Who
profile.
argues over television?
don't know.
Some
We
people.
passed a
the Rite
who
Wc I
fight
remote?
smile broke the solemnity
of his
1
TV
man
sitting
Aid pharmacy
beside still
and
pallid-
looked already dead.
wouldn't, he said.
rolled the familiar taste of sadness
around
in
my mouth
and swallowed
it.
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