when I want to reach
the unreachable
man in a yellow cab
leaving town all day long
leaving me and her and
all who care
when I think about "us"
or when we held hands
or when we named her
or when we looked
together
in the mirror
or saw her hair for the first time
emerging from me
because I don't want to remember
red scraping cutting words
and his impatience
with everything from the internet
to his shoes
and reason has no place in this poem
because I almost forgot myself
being a mother to his child
listening to him
because there is a stench in
his yard, behind his house,
under his bed,
and I didn't make it
but I did smell it
like it smelled good
and I took it home and wallowed
like a happy dog in it
and there is no such thing as reason
thinking of him
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