Condolences
In the kitchen,
your ex-wife waits
for the next phone call.
The walls are still yellow.
You never repainted them,
though you said you would,
many years ago,
when you crossed the lake
to bring your three children here.
Migration masked as salvage.
And then another child;
the puppies and kit…
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