Last Rites
I should not continue
watching
the swell and fall
of black embroidery
beneath his widow’s breast.
Yellow
Inadequate glow
beneath the dome light,
a cheat pecks
through spare change
for his wedding ring
Appearances
Beauty took the vacant seat
beside me on the bus.
I ignored her
so people would think
we were together.
—Jack Darrow
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