(Jeffrey Andrew Reiss: October 5,1969)
In Ohio, where these things happen,
we had been loving all winter.
By June you looked down and saw your belly
was soft as fresh bread.
In Florida, standing on the bathroom
scales, you were convinced
and looked both ways for a full minute before crossing
In Colorado you waited-out summer in a mountain
cabin, with Dr. Spock,
your stamps, and my poems in the faint
Listen, he had a perfect body,
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