You may say this is not a poem, but I say William Carlos Williams and Charles Reznikoff, and in memoriam Mamie Brown.


She corrected him
until he stopped her
doing it again,
and listened then
from the corner
while he spoke
of his innocence
and death-defying strength.
Later, he killed her
in their kitchen.


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