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Two Poems: Guilt and Hurt   (Verona U., December 10, 2007)


The most beautiful and romantic
experience of my life
my sordid little affair

The calendar pockmarked
by each day we'd talked
leading, of course, to despair
for always wanting the impossible

Now my calendar is tic-tac-toe
circles for talk and Xs for touch
such sweet consummation
three in a row
guilt never seems to win.


Why did you hurt me?
It's always the first question
so pressing and anguished.
There is a second one
much more difficult to voice.
We come to it much later, if at all:
How did I hurt you?

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