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he doesn't affect me like he used to

like a high fire under a heavy pot of stew

or an ice cube left in a glass on a balmy summer's

night

better yet, a star visually blown out of the night sky

by the sun's bright morning light

similar to that of a pebble being removed from one's shoe

for causing great and unusual discomfort

more so like a wisdom tooth being pulled

so it won't continue to hurt

these are many diverse ways as to how to explain to

myself about that year old now rusted situation

when he walked in tonight it was like I wasn't even

there

but had emotionally went on a long, much needed

vacation

and at last blessed 'Sweet Recovery' came through

for me..................

( written Dec. 24, 1992 am)