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A Letter to My Ex-Boyfriend's Mother

You know I'm hurting.
Or you knew i was. Maybe
you would understand.
You know, even better than I,
the tides of his breath,
light off his cheekbones.
you would understand
how much
those things can be missed.
I see him now and don't know
if the air between
still tastes like love --
love of
the real soul of him
(apart from his truck,
the tilt of his hat,
Stevie Ray Vaughn).
Maybe you could even answer
that for me.
I keep him with me,
spoiled and still.
You, young mother,
would understand
loving the seeds of a fruit
long sour.

11 Feb 07

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