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It Is Tuesday

From room to room

after you left

I wandered a while

in the hours

I have cooked

the mushroom soup

as instructed

picked up a paperback

I once read

but forgot

had some coffee

it is quiet

I don’t know why

all afternoon

I think of you

in the traffic

the rain

peacefully falling

like some plastic beads

from the ’70s

when they took all the doors

off the closets

and our parents smoked

all night downstairs

and laughed too loud

we couldn’t hear

what they were

and what they knew

if you hate me

it must be

for ancient reasons

from Sun BearFind it in the library

Copyright © 2014 Matthew Zapruder
Used with the permission of The Permissions Company, Inc.
on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.

Published in Matthew Zapruder Poems

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