he sobs
into the phone,
his mid-aged
voice crackling,
"And all
she cares about
is how much
she gets
and all I want is
for someone to
hold my hand
to care about me."
The next day,
he spots her car
runs over,
pulls the EZ pass
out of her window,
Tells her
"And go find
your own
health coverage too!"
"What are you doing?"
she yells, mouth
left agape.
Walking away,
he responds,
pass held high,
his back to her:
"Moving on!"
By Mary E. Lohan
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