by adding insult to
injury I must
work as a secretary
instead of the PhD

which gave me
jurisdiction over
circumstances and
my loss

how do I toss all overboard
and live so well
at this age of
parting places

this age of all my
foolishness to
have so much
and not see

is dreadful to
face in the
cold light of
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