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Grief

By Ian Parker

she said
anyways at least the rain let up
and my car
is back from the mechanics

the other voice said
something electric and faint
she said
no no just a new battery

let’s talk
about something else, did you
see what
the score was for the Cubs game

did they
beat the Cards I hope so
The other said
they won three to two in eleven innings

or I imagine
that’s what they said, as I read
the sports page
of the daily paper at the table

they talked
a while longer about the day ahead
the niceties
one has when discussing this kind of thing

dinner plans
the price of gas in their separate towns
she said to break the silence
I just don’t know what to do