Loneliness Redux*

A response to Marika Bianca’s poem Loneliness

I said it’s pronounced “re-doo” because a poet told me so and you turned your attention to the redhead with the red wool sweater and both of you looked at me, you know the look, the nose and eyes upturned like I’m a dead fish stinking up the floor and soon the look spread to everyone else in the room and I say to myself (again) I woulda, shoulda, coulda, if only, but I said it and now I find myself

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