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“The Rule of Forty-Two”

The built-ins offered solace
That wistful Sunday morning.
And the wife hadn’t yet come to.
The sunrise-sparkled glassware
And the new day promised chances
To blind-eye what we both knew.

“Not enough to get you lit,
And sprawled out on the floor,
For that’s what trailer-people do.
Just enough to take the edge
Off of your togetherness,”
Said the Rule of Forty-Two.

So many ways to take this
Even number that’s so odd.
The protons in molybdenum.
The Kabbalah, by God!
The months the beast will reign over
Smoldering ashes of this life.
The months it takes to realize
The truth of man and wife.

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