By Stephen Martin
I mourned unending,
I still mourn today.
And they much bigger.
I was curious and so were you,
But they were predators,
And I couldn’t protect you.
I was ashamed of this.
Wanted to apologize to me–
For what they did to Jenny and me.
Through an unreliable source
And I wonder if it’s true;
I’m not so sure.
Wouldn’t I remember something?
I don’t.
And one of them
In the back of a pickup
Under a camper shell,
Under blankets.
And later when the story came out
I was not a part of it.
Was I a part of it?
I have a vague fog about this.
Over the phone a few years back
When I told you about the apology
And you said I probably was a part of it.
I wish I could remember.
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Absolutely lovely. How beautiful.
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