It is very strange indeed when fictional characters talk in poetry…

Yesterday
She came for her things.
The papers she brought
contained words:

Irreconcilable
Differences.

Do you know futility?
It’s like talking
to a wall,
or a mannequin
with solid porcelain ears.

Yesterday,
She left.

Today
it snowed,
and all my newly budded
daffodils
have tipped their heads
down
as if disconsolate
and weeping
in the irrefutable
cold.

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