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Part of All You Need
& the young couple who moved in, recommended by your friend
Theyre broke, no place to stay, just til he gets a job
because you did have room
Playing his guitar all night, your kid crying awake, his boots
of fashion slipping on the stairs, that one stair, high, he always
stumbls on,
& the evening you found her at your wife's sewing-machine
turning a skirt which she denied
was borrowed unquote from the closet full of clothes belonging to the
previous lodger
who some day soon you hoped
would be back from hospital
the black unabashedness of her denial, the straight stare
Dont ask me to find reasons for my actions
the nonsense they talkt, this at least was softly, sitting up,