listen to the cheers
the band of skinny boys,
giddy when the gloves come off,
never having been in a fight,

flaccid handshakes clutching warm beers,
whispering bullshit through their teeth.

is this how you’ll look at me,
the last time I ever see you?
your maternal love burnt-out,
glassy-eyed and dumb,

my great love— with whom there will be nothing more.

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the roads are icy,
& i’ll wish you home.