Should I write about my marriage at some point? Is this
tonight’s poem? It better be. I love her when I’m with her I
love me most when I’m alone. I’ve tried to make that not
true. She is not here with me now while I write this
poem and I will not show her the poem and I’ve never
asked her to read any of my poems. Tomorrow we hike
the Appalachian Trail through blooming mountain laurels
pjoepf Of vriecyh 
Ah, the lyric and meaty Beauty of just-barely-bearable (luxury edition) Truth!
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(My Wife’s spoken English is excellent but her reading-English means she can’t really read my writer-stuff and that works; she saw a short passage by accident, 18 months back, and was jaw-dropped because THAT is who she’s been married to all these years! An ink-stained Werebear!)
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