My lover is a young boy again Sitting in the center of a picnic bench Leaning on the edge of a table At a milestone, Ready to leave his infancy. Across the table Invisibly, we sit together, Together and each alone, Waiting for him to envision us. His sons, His wife. We unfurl our breath […]

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Back in the early eighties, when my late husband Dave and I were dating, I was away at college in upstate NY, where we met, and he was living with his parents two hundred miles away, having already graduated. We met at SUNY Cortland in the first weeks of my freshman year, when Dave was […]

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