Yesterday’s newspaper becomes last week’s Newspapers spread out like a hand-held fan In front of the face of the apartment Door. A dog does the Argos-thing inside, Waiting beside O as though his body Is but an Ithaca waiting the soul’s Return. Neil the Super will soon come up With the key but only in time to find Doreen, the on-the-down-low-friend-with-perks, There already, kneeling between the two, Stroking the hair of both O and the dog, Wondering who had been walking the dog. Copyright © 2015 by Rowan Ricardo Phillips. Used with permission of the author. |
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