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No longer 

I no longer want to be the newspaper in your birdcage

The plastic liner under your dishes

The coaster on the table

Allowing your life to over-write mine.

Can’t be the I’m-bored-curer

The I-got-nothing-to-do companion

Cruise director extraordinaire

For the dream voyage I'll never take.  

Conflicted and possessive

Off loading and teasing

You suggest they all want me

Hoping they do and I go. 

Meanwhile I tidy up the menagerie 

Stack the pantry neatly

And wipe down the console proudly 

Preparing for your departure.

That guy You Met for Dinner in Durham or Not

His wife a childless teacher no adoptions with an 85 year old mother

He worked at Nortel, a graduated pirate

From a local university.

He talked about Lily Pads adapting

Large leaves sun gatherers with thorns below

saving energy by investing low risk

And resting between on the current lily pad

Bellhave on the Pamlico River

Raised between two mothers and two fathers

He and his twin sister

Made a pact to not talk 

About the whiteness of their lives

Amid the blackness of the bruise the blues 

They followed

Playing in car choked gin joints

and river bank tourist traps

Hyper focused

He said he wasn’t a team player

Don’t talk to him of work cuz he was done

Retired

Not following a task

His lover Helen gone

An associate professor 

The Episcopal Church

Next to the Unitarian

His house sits and he plans his clearing

Of lives from the paper in the study

Over Run

Books and research

Outdated and vintag-ified

He brings them as gifts to dinner

For your grandchild

The mites between the pages

Looking for that new home

You'll provide.

Black Box Collection

He collects beautiful people

And stores them

In the Black Box

Of his phone.