The Betty Poems
for putting a spark
into a part of my heart
I'd thought long ago
extinguished...
But it never did ignite.
Another
will be the recipient
of the flame
which she knew
how to fan
and I
had no choice
but to allow her to.
It is not fair,
I know,
and little comfort,
even cruel
to read.
Sometimes
being a good writer
is a poor excuse
for being a prick
of a human being.
Norman Savage,
Greenwich Village, 2013
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