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Bricklayer Love
I THOUGHT of killing myself because I am only a bricklayer
and you a woman who loves the man who runs
a drug store.
I don't care like I used to; I lay bricks straighter than
I used to and I sing slower handling the trowel
afternoons.
When the sun is in my eyes and the ladders are shaky
and the mortar boards go wrong, I think of you.