Marjorie on Pause

I think of Marjorie and her bright coral toes

feet dangling over the edge

of a forty foot sailboat

contemplating the night before

the man she doesn’t know

the man who owns the boat

the man who is her lover.

I left her there

can’t get back to her yet

maybe she doesn’t want me to

for now she is safe

the man is handsome and rich

that’s all

he hasn’t become anything more

just a lover she took for the night

while on a trip to get away

that she’s been on for months

because I put her story on pause.

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