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NOT TODAY
by
Maureen Duffy

I almost fell today on Prince Street;

young men in leather jackets

flowed

around me as I walked

home from the salon.


Itís only been three days

since the anniversary

of your death;

you chose the date—

This year, it came and went

without pause—I took out the trash,

had dinner with friends—

friends youíve never met;

I didnít mention

your name—I barely remembered,

it's been so long, and so far away.

Perhaps he is gone, I thought

as I slipped off my scarf.


In the salon, I lay back

and let the girl

shampoo my hair—

she took her time;

Is the water too hot? she asked.

I said nothing.

I dreamt of the shirt

you wore to my wedding—


You danced all night—

(the photos are

our witness)

You took off your jacket

and your shoes, but you left

on your tie—

red against your white shirt.


Iíve seen you naked, worried, angry, enchanted, alone—


I hate my haircut.



Maureen Duffy is a writer in New York City. Her work has appeared, or is forthcoming, in Irish Pages, LOST Magazine, Quiet Lightning and terraine.org: A Journal of the Built and Natural Environments. The poem "Not Today" is a coda to her recently-completed memoir, "Intimate Witness". She can be found online at http://theyesticket.blogspot.com



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