“So,” she said, sipping tea from a Chinese oxblood cup,
“did anything good happen because of your divorce?”
“Well, my emotional palette is wider now. It includes
colors like,” I paused... “like that.” I pointed to the cup.
In southeast Winnemucca
bypass Route 7 connects
two segments of Route 2
I love you
and is resigned as Route 2
although Route 7 is never
erotically part of Route 2.
“Quite a price to pay for a palette. But I heard Munch’s
just went for $750,000 at Sotheby’s in London.”
“I heard that too. I think he used a color like oxblood
when he painted The Scream. I’m in better shape.”
Source: Poetry (December 2011).
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This poem originally appeared in the December 2011 issue of Poetry magazine