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January 8, 2009
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The Forest of Lost Husbands
June 18, 2008
by Lee Tupman You have to meet her
someone says She’s lost her husband, too. How feckless of her, I think, wondering How she could have lost a perfectly good man. How careless of me to have lost you, too. I turned my back for a moment, just the blink Of an eye. I turned and You were gone. Imagine a New Yorker cartoon a wall of trees, large, close together a sign that says “The Forest of Lost Husbands” A shapeless woman—a sort of Thurber woman—stands there at the forest’s edge holds a basket of bread crumbs to mark the way back if she enters. A black bird lurks. What are all those lost men doing in there? … Playing golf? … Reading? … Marking trees because black birds ate their crumby trail? I do not choose to search the woods. My heart beats: I know where you are. |
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