It doesnt end with the bad news
The not-happening has to happen.
Also you have to tell people.
You schedule appointments. Or you wait.
Maybe do both. But it still has to happen.
& you will still have to tell people.
We called it lucky. Our weekend at home.
Our foreheads pressed like vise grips
for the separation of an unfinished body
from a body unfinished
A lot of people asked a few questions.
How was your weekend was popular.
Oh, we were lucky! The entire first season
of Transparent was streaming for free.
No one has to tell everyone everything.
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