Monday, June 12, 2017

June 12, 2017


ANESTHETIC

His words had become an anesthetic.
She had heard them too many times.
She stopped listening once she got
the point he was heading for and she got
there ahead of him every time. He was
enough for her - so she would say her,
“Oh yeah …. Oh yeah!” - but she was
into her next - and he was not part of it.
Divorces happen long before the divorce.


© Andy Costello, Reflections  2017
Painting:  L'Absinthe, 
The Absinthe Drinker
[1875-76] by
Edward Degas It's 
in Musée d'Orsay, Paris.




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