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Shattered
by Nina Bennett
Laughter, joy, and loneliness,
single again at 56.
Classic rock roars through my house,
lends rhythm to the dust cloth,
back beat to the vacuum. The Swiffer and I
twist and shout across the kitchen floor.
Theatre and concert notices discarded,
I now save ads for handymen,
snow removal, lawn service.
I stretch to reach a ceiling fixture,
tumble off the ladder, choke on rage.
Look at me, I’m in tatters.
Love and hope and sex and dreams.
Store clerks call me ma’am,
no whistles on the street.
If Mick can’t give it away on 7th Avenue,
what chance is there for me?
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