An oldie (written almost half a century ago) originally appeared in the May, 2000 issue of Able Muse, resurrected here for this week's Open Link Night #360 at the dVerse Poets Pub.
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The Most I Could Do
--for J Lopes
I watched: her breasts grow large
Her nipples swell her belly
Barge-like ferocious with child
Comes knocking
Like the moon at a midnight door
While angry he at home puked
and swore
Grudgingly she grew. He
Distracted, drunken, sunk
Beyond his own oblivion,
Telephones:
I don't remember what / if he said:
The phone or he was nearly dead
or dead
And what could be said, then?
What could one say? The day is
Ended? The night is coming on?
What to do?
I offered her a cup of tea;
The most I could do: far more
than he.
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