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e a r t S o n s & H e a r t D a u g h t e r s of A l l e n G i n s
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a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 4 : A r c h i
v e s E d i t i o n
BOB RIXON
Matchmaking
On a fair day my mother met me
halfway between her
home & mine,
on the street
behind the high school.
As I accepted Her sloppy kisses, she said,
"I sent you money for your rent."
We were always indifferent or enraged
whenever we saw each
other.
Mom invited me for dinner
tomorrow, it's
Thanksgiving,
I forgot.
"I don't think my sister
wants to see
me," I said.
Mom replied, "Come late, Jean's leaving
early.
There's a woman who wants to meet you,
she's been watching
you,
but you never
noticed her. "
Waking, I thought, Oh
great,
I hope she's not dead, too.
[Originally
published in NHS 2004, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs04/Bob_Rixon.html.]