From beginning to end.
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