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Empire State Building, a poem

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Empire State Building

Twenty years ago we finally went to see the sights,
riding the train through flashing dim green suburb,
glassy sharp-edged slum, the skin stretched
pale and tight over your fine cheekbones —

you didn’t really know how to be afraid of death,
simply of heights and under-grounds:
you wanted always to be on the surface of the earth.
Your demise was still an abstraction,

discussed in the evening while sucking cool mints —
the natural order of things. I dragged you
all the way to the city under the water from Hoboken,
then marched you up to the roof of what was the tallest

building in the whole world when you were young.
I haven’t been here since it was built, you said,
and though the blood sank to your innards in panic,
you kept walking; I kept pushing and pulling you

forward, propelling your solid weight like a cart
loaded with spring lambs. Your hand, soft
wrinkled palm, roughened fingers speckled white
around the knuckles, gripped mine, but I showed

no mercy; I was forcing you to confront the bitter
end ahead of schedule. I was being cruel
to make you go look at the thin sparkling air
of the heavens and you knew it. But later,

my love, as you lay sweating, heavy and motionless
in your bed as though carved of wood, deprived
for weeks of even the common decency of words,
weren’t you glad you went with me once more to the top?

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Ode to Ex #3, a poem

Ode to Ex #3

You were no Gautama Buddha;
turns out, you were a barracuda!

Or a rat, old hat, who scat with a blat,
up the creek, with a squeak — imagine that!

Just an ender, an offender, a greedy over-spender —
your destructive feud, was horribly rude,

and my tongue has been in-cheek
during this opera comique, you pipsqueak!

But your latest is your “greatest,” so now I exclude
your ineptitude, dude! Myself, I won’t delude.

You’re unproductive, so you go splat!
I’m not destructive, but thoroughly instructive!

You can’t handle my words?
I know, you prefer turds.

Have a nice life;
thank god I’m not your wife.

Kimberly Townsend Palmer

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