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One Second to the Next
Holly Day


​I start to tell him the thing that’s been weighing on me all day
but he interrupts me and the moment’s passed. I try to talk
but there is no room in this marriage 
for serious conversations, for the dark shadows of doubt
that chase me through the day. I have stockpiled these conversations 
 
for the day that our daughter is finally grown up, that all these fears
can finally be spoken, that there will be no retribution
for discussions about money, or cancer, or regret
we will be able to address each plight, one at a time
like accountants going over a stack of receipts
and not a man and a woman barely holding on to one another. 
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