Connecticut
From counting money
I filled in gaps
Over salad
She'd tell me we'd
Go hiking next weekend
Always texting
To cancel
Her parents, vague memories
Her sister, an outpatient professional
Neighbors, dead industrial thieves
Living in suburbs of Connecticut
Checking my invitation twice
In the servant's entrance
Adjusting to the strange lighting
With my mid-Atlantic accent
Mistaken for a mine disaster hero
Read about on platinum television
Pocketing the envelope from the desk
After her bone spur orgasm
Her dogs chased me
To the poverty line
I caught a ride back
With the doctor
Selling me his daughter's
OxyContin supply
Out of the suburbs
Of Connecticut
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