Of course she married her boss
of course there was irromantic
planning and scoping for pork
for the jock gone fat in the jaws
lured away from his wraith
of a wife and surly adolescents
pouting about in lurking places
and ice storms howling on
and then the melts and then
quick freezes all over again
then warm rain adding to the slick
and I splay-foot it across
the expanse of ice plain like
an old penguin who’ll never
make it to the North Pole
and certainly never back
to the real blizzards
the way it was supposed to be
in the dead of an Iowa winter
and honeymoons under quilts
of goose down & stopped clocks.


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