for a social worker

FOR A SOCIAL WORKER 7312240TT/LAW

By JCSTREET ©

We couldn’t live together and
after drifting
apart like dodgems couldn’t
live that way either . . . I

follow women on the street afraid
to admit they’re not you, Ann

says there’s a man in Vancouver
whose morning whiskers
gouge your belly where
my head once lay, in

the end I am left only
with your Christmas gifts the
shirt faded, the Dunhill lighter
pockmarked but still
a warm fire in the night


--30-- December 24, 1973, Ottawa