Thursday, August 12, 2010

Two Weeks

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Two Weeks

My husband was gone two weeks,
before his father tracked him
down, dragged him back to me,
afro crowned with lint, cheeks
sunken. I ran him a bath, scrubbed
his body, his head, picked the lint out,
the way he picked at the carpet
when he thought I wasn’t looking.


Published in the Summer 2006 issue of r.kv.r.y quarterly literary journal
http://www.ninetymeetingsinninetydays.com/TwoWeeks.html

XOXO
Slushy
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