Future Man and Wife

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    Future Man and Wife

    Glossy mags
    Veiled
    Whitened teeth
    No wrinkles
    Fresh whiteness
    Petal corpses
    Preserved on paper
    Flowers buried
    In black plastic.

    He grinds and moans.
    She watches the clock.
    Her bruised breasts
    A dish breaks
    Shouts echo
    He sleeps
    Turned away
    Her eyes flood
    A stranger’s thong
    Ring pawned
    Once worn gown
    In a closet tomb
    Moths devour.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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