1.07.2018

Weathervane

I found it in a pile
of detritus
and set it aside
like a handwritten shrine.
"200-
Paid in full"
scrawled beneath a date
that seems closer
than it is
below an address label
from the gallery
across the street.

Jay met Jackie once
and hugged her
like he knew.
For her birthday
two months later
I bought her the piece
with storefronts and trees;
duality, the change
that she loved.

I wonder now
as I've switched
from wine to beer
for the night
if it's hanging
in her condo
for sale in Chicago
or covered by feet of garbage
waiting to turn to dust.

We parted when she thought
she carried our kin
mistakenly, running again
with bourbon on breath.

Hemingway said
it's the task of a writer
to tell the truth
but that's boring.

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