Sylvia knew Larry knew,

and Larry knew she knew

she was lying,

knew about the difference

no left leg would mean,

knew that metal thing

they called a leg

wasn’t a leg nearly like

his blown off leg,

and Larry knew after Thanksgiving Dinner

at his parent’s house, her smile off center,

she knew she wouldn’t be

coming around very often

in the holiday dress

he bought her before he left,

wouldn’t be coming around

no time except

sometimes in his mind

 

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