hollow eyes & all too tender

hollow eyes

& all too tender

bones

she read

got Nietzsche

she said

Sartre Kerouac

loved The Doors

& tho’ we spoke of Jim

she never spoke of the others

caught by his poetry

looks & more

the great writers too

never got a mention

tho’ I was willing

to be wrong learn more

hear another’s view

& when she left

to go on to make babies

the books were left

by the trash cans

the back door

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