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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Christina Kallery


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Just When You Thought

it was safe to sink into middle age like a memory
foam mattress — pleasant dinners, bird watching,
colonoscopies. Into sags and scars, softening
jawlines, higher premiums and thread count sheets.

Into the end of all that errant wanting to be loved
by someone wrong, make outs on a stiff Ikea couch,
a night you'll never tell your therapist about
but at least you got to touch them one last time.

Into the season of decency and measured risk,
of those pharmaceutical ad couples strolling
on a beach, teeth white as tombstones — their love
sensible, assured and steady, like waves stroking

the shore's pale shoulder, far from the jagged rocks
where your heart has wrecked again.