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Click here"will be working late.
will bring Milk when
I come to pick up Key -- I forgot --
sorry about last night"
He left early after having slept
downstairs. His note on the fridge
was in harsh script -- strong
hands -- angry -- it's incredible to me
that men's hands can make letters at all.
"hard"> was crossed out and "late" written
to replace it, and "Milk" and "Key" were
capitalized just that way. A swipe of blood
on the note's edge -- from shaving? --
god, only rage can make hands tremble
like that with a blade at your throat.
I read his note again, this time
mouthing the words.
I love the dichotomy of this poem, the juxtaposition of "He" and "She"... the implied "We." There is something very masculine about the act of shaving that has always struck me as powerful. Love that line "a blade at your throat." Beautiful imagery.