New and Selected Poems: The Expat’s Fiance
“Horror is partial, it keeps you going”
–Rita Dove
He’s proof that angels sweat
and make fat promises
in child-like English
She keeps twisting her oversized diamond
then minces toward the ladies room
on the highest of heels
tries to ignore the ghostly make-up
on the woman in the mirror
(dead to her father,
a disappointment to her mother)
and her weary looks of disdain
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