he cared he said he liked the red
in my hair in the summer's sunlight
he said he wanted lots of noisy
kids he said he would write a poem he
said he adored intelligent women
he said he was glad I worked he said
he loved freckles he said he loved
me
why oh why and couldn't I hear that every word was about himself and
every word a lie
From beginning to end.
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M.A. Mohanraj
December 7, 1992