The garden was dry
in need of rain yesterday.
He had not come home
after leaving the night before.
The screen door bounced shut
as he slammed it.
The dusty Chevy truck sputtered to a start
and hard dirt flew from the tires
as he sped away
past the low broken chain link
and gray weeds
The air was thick and damp
before the clouds burst
into the stillness.
That was last night,
but my pillow is still damp.
He said this time I
wouldn't be his clinging vine
and shook me off.
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