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