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I like it when women I don’t know Call me Darlin’. There’s something Kind and generous in the tone Without being sexual. The intimacy Of strangers is luminous, the way We wish well for the man who lost His car keys, the woman coming in Out of the rain, the girl who missed Her bus, the boy who stutters. The waitress who offers more coffee Calls all the men at my table darlin’. She may be somebody’s wife, Somebody’s mother, somebody’s Friend, but right now, to us She’s the intimate stranger Named Dolores, which means sadness, Inviting us with a smile to have dessert. You want me to alamode that For you, Darlin’?
This poem was first published in The Banyan Review, edited by Tayve Neese.
From American Ash published by Ragged Sky. Copyright 2020 Michael Simms.
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