Untitled Poem #88

Posted: October 17, 1990 in Poetry
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How do you know?
I know you don’t;
Shut up.
Is she looking?
She got upset,
She passed it off
With smiles and insults,
Playfully barbed with seriousness.
I know because she asked
You do not
Somehow, I don’t think so.

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