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I
Living with me must have been
like living with one rule begging.
A set, you said,
is sacred. But one
was me begging
don't,
you having to
break.
II
Living with you was
an asking for over and over
a sudden unreliability
like bursting tires on the highway
(I said please too much--
didn't say it enough)
We sputtered, skidded,
pulled to the side.
I listened for the truth.
I wanted to.
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