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Rich Furman
Valentines day
She is angry at you
on Valentines day.
of such shames
we must keep silent.
so you hide in your office
away form them all,
from the phone and the voices
that just might ask.
it would be easier
if you would just lie,
but such is not your way.
you suffer in silence
only by strategy, not by
inclination or desire.
with opportunity to relieve
your burden you spill fast
like the dirty oil
of a polluting tanker,
guilty for the ugliness
but unwilling to do differently.
a knock will soon
be upon your door,
like the sound of feet
trudging to the gallows.
the explanations will begin,
you must sit there,
take it like a man.
February 14, 2001
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