Poems For the Common Man
Monday, April 7, 2014
Washing his wife’s clothes
They say to lose yourself in everyday things,
to keep the grief at bay in the ordinary, in the same.
They don’t know shit.
The infusion of each other into each other wasn’t forced.
Shit happened.
And now the final rinse
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