The Betty Poems
Honey,
he said,
move in with me,
live with me,
love me
inside and out.
Sweetie,
she replied,
I do love you,
I love you so much
I ache,
I want to,
I will.
Somewhere
a train whistle blew
in the dawn's wind;
each other's flesh
spread over a hill;
you could hear
their bones laugh
while a chinaman
ironed the last shirt
of the day.
They dressed
in each other's quiet.
Perhaps they could be happy
without being miserable.
But that was left
for another time
another day.
Then, bundled up,
they left
for dinner.
Norman Savage
Greenwich Village, 2013
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