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the sign said, and
I copied on a scrap of paper
meaning to save for a poem
I might need later in life.
But my current wife
found it in my pants,
and maybe it seemed too good to be true,
for a hundred bucks a kit with instructions
and entree to the Divorce Hot Line
manned till the wee hours
when things always seem most dire.
And maybe she’s tired after all these years
of me finding one damn poem after another
as I drive all over town,
drinking coffee from cardboard cups
while she works her ass off
to keep bread in my mouth,
a pen in my hand,
and one eye on the girl next door,
I might be taking a shine to.
Alan Walowitz is a poet who’s been writing for quite a few years, and currently in Nassau County, where he keeps his eye on New York City proper from his doorstep. He teaches some days at Manhattanville College in Purchase, NY, and St. John’s University in Jamaica, NY.