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<h1>
I find it poetic that my ex-wife hated bad poetry<br>
& cheated on me with a man who writes bad poetry
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<h2>By <span>Anis Mojgani</span>, from the book “<span>In the Pockets of Small Gods</span>”</h2>
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<span class="highlight--blue h-1">We had taken Zepplin out to the nearby baseball field<br>
so he could chase birds to his heart's content.</span><br>
<span class="highlight--blue h-2">We had spent the night moving our two skins into one<br>
until the sun rose and then went to the nearby diner<br>
patroned by old men and served by old women to eat eggs and toast and</span><br>
<span class="highlight--red h-3">then under the early morning gray light<br>
walked back to the house at the top of the curving hill<br>
and fucked again before falling asleep<br>
and then waking in the late afternoon to take the dog for a walk.</span>
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<span class="highlight--red h-4">Beside the diamond was an electric box covered in bees,<br>
all of them consumed with the hum of the metal,<br>
loving its surface with their bodies.</span><br>
<span class="highlight--blue h-5">While Zepp wandered the scents through the forest<br>
we took turns practicing jump rope with his leash,</span><br>
<span class="highlight--blue h-6">excavated our hearts to share silly walks with one another,<br>
made up songs on the spot, unafraid to look wrong to the other.</span><br>
<span class="highlight--red h-7">When Zepp came bounding out of the trees<br>
literally tumbling down the hill<br>
a scream in the air coming from out the bunny in his jaws<br>
we grabbed him by the scruff of his neck<br>
made him drop it but didn't know what to do<br>
with the rabbit's dying but not yet dead young and torn body.</span><br>
<span class="highlight--red h-7--2">Neither of us could start our morning with killing something<br>
so we leashed the dog and leaving it behind us, walked for home<br>
our hearts shaking, holding each other's hand.</span>
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<span class="highlight--blue h-8">Years later, one of her affairs was with a man who knows how to quarter a<br>
deer. He was neither the first nor the only.</span><br>
<span class="highlight--blue h-9">But he knew how to put up a wall and take apart<br>
the engine of a motorcycle.</span> <span class="highlight--blue h-10">Knew how to play the piano.<br>
He who was married to my wife's closest friend in Texas.</span><br>
<span class="highlight--blue h-11">He who that summer would sit down across the table<br>
time and time again to share brisket with me.</span><br>
<span class="highlight--red h-12">He who visited her in my hometown, stayed<br>
less than two miles from my parents, slept with her<br>
in the same house that she and I had slept in years prior<br>
the night before we flew off to our honeymoon.</span> <span class="highlight--red h-13">Who<br>
when he left his wife for mine<br>
took their copies of my books with him.</span>
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<span class="highlight--red h-14">He knew how to shoot and how to cut the throat<br>
of a quivering animal, skin it once dead,</span><br>
<span class="highlight--blue h-15">and who if needed to<br>
could probably pull a rabbit<br>
out of a hound dog's mouth</span><br>
<span class="highlight--red h-16">and for the rabbit's own good<br>
step down on its wet neck.</span> <span class="highlight--blue h-17">Something<br>
neither I nor her<br>
were able to do.</span>
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<img class="image--anis" src="images/anis.jpg" alt="Anis Mojgani Portrait">
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