Why He Got Divorced Again
Because like the man he saw
in the emergency room
in Seward, Alaska, no bigger
than your average Burger King,
hard against a mountain
that keeps the fog in town,
who had got drunk and macheted
an arm off hacking alders
and was helicoptered away
from waking at three a.m.
the next morning to spend twelve hours
on someone else’s boat,
who was never able to lose
the smell of fish, he knew
the rains were here again
and something had to give.
| Mark Jackley |
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