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Midnight - Louise Gluck

Sharie Monique Season 3

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Midnight by Louise Gluck

 Speak to me, aching heart: what
 Ridiculous errand are you inventing for yourself
 Weeping in the dark garage
 With your sack of garbage: it is not your job
 To take out the garbage, it is your job
 To empty the dishwasher. You are showing off
 Again,
 Exactly as you did in childhood--where
 Is your sporting side, your famous
 Ironic detachment? A little moonlight hits
 The broken window, a little summer moonlight,
 Tender
 Murmurs from the earth with its ready
 Sweetnesses--
 Is this the way you communicate
 With your husband, not answering
 When he calls, or is this the way the heart
 Behaves when it grieves: it wants to be
 Alone with the garbage? If I were you,
 I'd think ahead. After fifteen years,
 His voice could be getting tired; some night
 If you don't answer, someone else will answer.
 

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