Sitting to the South
of My Secondhand

Sitting to the south of my secondhand
husband, just to the right of his ex-wife’s
geranium, I should look at what I’ve done.
How I took what I wanted to take
for free how loosely she let him come
to me, what I took from the shelf
in the fancy lobby, and coaxed to grow
as my only own. So much

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