Unloved
Earlier today I tried to publish this poem. And it vanished. Or, if it's here, I can't find it. So if it's here, then Unloved twice.
When my best friend Abby's grandmother
difficult clean obsessed Breina
lost her husband Morris 60 years they were married
in Yiddish she said
We Never Had a Happy Day. And she immediately found
Shmuel her childhood boyfriend from Bupst. Breina
married Shmuel. And they too
were impossibly unhappy.