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my life has been full of slant rhymes
things that never quite fit
like that early husband of mine
with the beautiful hands and ugly heart
or that promising job in the desert
with a so-called brahmin at the helm
who treated me like an untouchable
(even if he thought it was fitting)
or my own dear sister who loves me i’m sure
but hates my dogs

i suppose life was never meant
to be full of perfect rhyme
or even poetic at all
nevertheless you and i my darling
through many changes
in meter tone and form
and whether close or far away
have always somehow found
the reason and the rhyme
to stay