Every time Mary came over

October 2, 2010

Every time
Mary came over
I would open
the old trivial pursuit box and
take out
the tiny hourglass because
not knowing
when she would leave
was worse than knowing

She always asked about
the news
I spent weeks reading up
But still had no answers
To what the name of
the town was
Where the Kyrgyz
killed several thousand
Uzbeks
in an ethnic cleansing
this summer
Or why
Islam Karimov
Did not interfere

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4 Responses to “Every time Mary came over”

  1. Claudia said

    like this! you write well

  2. forpuck said

    Thank you, i’m glad you liked it

  3. Jingle said

    love your talent.
    cool word flow.

  4. I came upon this via your recent dVerse posting.If the narrator were visiting Mary (and not the other way around) in a nursing home, say, and reporting with inadequate knowledge on events that your interlocutor cares passionately about, it would make sense to me…as it is, it makes me strangely happy that I can’t figure out the key to what the relationship is here. Perhaps that’s parallel to the narrator’s own pleasure in Mary’s complex company? All of which is to say: nicely done!

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