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by Shoshauna Shy

Decades later my fingers
still remember the glide

pass zero to 13

in the school corridor
hastening to retrieve
and get to the stairs
when Greg Grunig
came by

counter-clockwise 23

to that damp winter day
I opened a door to an
almond-eyed man
who'd become my husband

quick twist to 50

and our youngest
leaves home, the
mortgage is paid off,
our anniversary silvers.


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