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Nays and Yeas

Becca Klaver

Her gaze in the haze and his arms
in a maze. He prays that she stays
doesn’t act in more plays. She prays
he stays home when she lights up
the blaze. Early days he’d praise
her potatoes lyonnaise. She’s a
craze he’s a laze, by now not
just a phase. The ways, the delays,
the Ready? OK!s. Malaise of
dog days, malaise of dog days.
She surveys the clichés. Avoids
Chevrolets, drives off the lot in
a purple and silver Chrysler sedan.

Becca Klaver

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