The Innisfree Poetry Journal
by Alan Spears
She wore a long, plain dress to the office today,
and a light green sweater
that matched her perfect eyes…
Irresistible in her girlish things
she has me thinking about holding her again,
which is a mistake
because she’s wearing those pretty clothes for someone else.
For some other guy
right about the time I’m broke down and crying into my
will be helping her take that dress off.
This is not the stuff
in refugee camps,
w/ bloated bellies full of flies...
But a kindred suffering
played in a minor key,
damned miserable all the same.
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