Wednesday, March 10, 2010


(Just Another Piece of Tale)

I don’t know, but I also don’t expect,
That Carlotta even kept us in mind after she left
Or that she can be considered in any sense
One of your or my oldest friends
When technically it may have been so.

There has been no further friendship, though,
No further contact or word sent via another.
There has been nothing for decades,
And she has become nearly nothing to us,
But she’s hardly the only one.

A list of insuperable length might be assembled
If it were seemly for me to blame them
And then write the wretched names of men
Who’ve pulled a similar “Poof!”
And disappeared for decades—

But it’s not very appropriate, is it?
“Real men” still don’t get it sometimes
And still don’t care
To care very much about men
When they see it’s Love instead of Hate.


Current draft: 3/8/2010
Created on 3/8/2010 4:41 PM

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