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Incident at the Mother's

after a weekend of
the usual swipes, some subtle
belittlement or other to share
between them, though more
at Em than him, he thinks,
but truly he forgets
what it was that had him

Except he was felling her,
swinging her into a waltzer's dip
and an abrupt halt, a hovering tableau
over the front of the car.
He thought he meant to say,
Just shut the hell up. Enough.
Shut up

something from the beginning of
him, of her and him.

Jason Sommer


Spring 2017

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