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He’s a straight man
in action
He says he wants my womb
but when I really offer it
he backtracks
says he and his husband just want the cats
I’m hearing in my other ear
that he asked another
to share his DNA with
someone prettier, slimmer
with bluer eyes than mine
even though mine are moderately blue
He’s a straight man in action
walking toward me
and turning to smoke
just when I reach out to touch him

Her words haunt me

in the same way

that Holocaust stories do.


She said


I don’t want to open my eyes

it splatters everywhere

death death death.


Her words remind me

one doesn’t have to see the smoke

to smell the ashes.

SOB with me

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