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Sport 42: 2014
I may be a while
I may be a while
His last four years have nothing to say,
not because they don’t want to
but because there’s no real words
to choose from.
Like a who’s who in a who-dunnit
the mystery resolves itself.
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The first wrinkle around the mouth,
the weather and water-skiing.
You can have the wallpapering.
You can have the whist.
He whispers something about zippers
and cultured milk
and then his arms are crossed
over his chest.
Like a sarcophagus, like a bat sleeping,
like an X.