Non-Erotic Poetryit's been yearsyour mother sent me a photo of you
with your new daughter
sitting on a sofa
in your St. Louis apartment
watching the New York Knicks
I strain to read titles of the books
lined up on the shelf behind you,
trying to steal a glimpse
of who you have become
wondering
how you became anything
without me
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