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FIRST MARRIAGE BLUES

 


I was down to zero
again
shivering and trembling
inside and out.
Took out from the drawer
the wedding band—
symbol of my first marriage.
Sold it to a Puerto Rican jeweler
for 50 bucks.

With that money,
I went to a grocer

and bought

bread and butter,

meat and cheese,
and four packs of cigs.
Stopped by a liquor store
bought 1.75 liters

of some Southern bourbon.

Went home
down to zero again.
Emptied what was

left of my marriage
on the table.
Not much—

I said to myself—
but
good

enough for me.

I poured a drink

and went out
onto the fire escape
to watch the children play
in the middle

of West 106 Street—
Duke Ellington Boulevard.



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