Tonight's Poet Corner: Skeletons Outside The Closet
Skeletons Outside The Closet
by Belinda Roddie
The bones of our marriage
lay half-buried in the backyard.
I think the dog's been gnawing at
them, or the neighborhood birds
have pecked at the calcium
deposits. Either way, the sheen
is gone - we've decomposed,
love, and we don't even make
very good fertilizer.
by Belinda Roddie
The bones of our marriage
lay half-buried in the backyard.
I think the dog's been gnawing at
them, or the neighborhood birds
have pecked at the calcium
deposits. Either way, the sheen
is gone - we've decomposed,
love, and we don't even make
very good fertilizer.
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