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Sonnets From Other Lives: Iris

She’s looking out the window through the rain
spangled glass. So what if we just go
on holiday? Pack up & catch a train
to anywhere but here. He doesn’t know
if she is really serious or not.
She throws these things out sometimes & when he
reacts she laughs & says--That wasn’t what
I meant. I was just talking. But should he
ignore her she’ll get sulky so he asks--
Where to love? But she just stares outside.
It isn’t clear exactly what his task
is until he notices her cry-
ing silently. He stands & holds her.
Is it me-- she asks--or is it getting colder?