Poetry

Woman Undressing

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Irene asks

   for money.

      I come up

with some.

   She waits,

      hands in pockets.

You sure?

   When the movie

      is over

I follow

   a different woman

      down

a rainy street.

   I will always

      love you, I say.

Later,

   I look outside

      the window

to see what kind

   of cars

      people drive.

Knees drawn

   to my chin

      it breaks my heart

when the late night

   TV show is over.

      Irene brings her Tarot cards

to the kitchen table,

   her belly hanging out

      above her panties.