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The Widow Lester

I was too old to be married,

but nobody told me,

I guess they didn’t care enough.

How it had hurt, though, catching bouquets

all those years!

Then I met Ivan, and kept him,

and never knew love.

How his feet stank in the bedsheets!

I could have told him to wash,

but I wanted to hold that stink against him.

The day he dropped dead in the field,

I was watching.

I was hanging up sheets in the yard,

and I finished.