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“Just Right”

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This poem is inspired by my personal life, but is not entirely autobiographical (hence, the “she”).

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…………………….JUST RIGHT

…………………….Three wooden salad bowls —

…………………….one too many — the largest

…………………….as ebony as the back

…………………….of a sleeping bear. Surplus

…………………….which on Wednesday she lugs

…………………….in both arms to the curb.

…………………….Far emptier than the plastic

…………………….molds for honey, flecked

…………………….cans of tuna fish, junk mail.

…………………….Too big to fit in the bin,

…………………….even too wide for the carts

…………………….of Thursday’s early vagrants.

…………………….But too small — if only

…………………….she would hazard a guess —

…………………….for neighborhood justice.

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…………………….by Therese L. Broderick

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“Cat Sedated at 10 AM”

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This poem is about my cat. I took him to the animal hospital this morning.

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CAT SEDATED AT 10 AM

In the back room

a young woman scrapes

his few remaining teeth,

perhaps with a clamp

removing a molar

gone bad. Can he hear

the leashed Corgi barking

in the spotless lobby

when the phone rings?

Puppies are plucky, all

tongue and bounding

jaw. But he is thirteen, lucky

with his sleights-of-silence.

He will wake by 4, fix me

with incisor eyes, yawn.

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by Therese L. Broderick

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“To My Husband”

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This poem was inspired by a passage from the book Good Without God (2009) by Greg M. Epstein. The passage is: “…spouses who give more to their husbands or wives live longer, healthier lives than those who receive more…” (page 87). My husband has read the poem. A writer’s statement about the poem appears as the second comment.

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…………………….TO MY HUSBAND

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…………………….If for every act of kindness to me

…………………….your life lasts a moment more than mine —

…………………….say, the time it takes to read a sonnet —

…………………….how unkind of me

…………………….to die first, leaving you alone with no one

…………………….to surpass in smiles & laughs & forgiveness.

…………………….Just last night, how you chuckled

…………………….when I undercooked your potato, earning

…………………….an extra minute or two as a widower.

…………………….Perhaps today you should scowl for a second

…………………….if I forget to charge the cell phone,

…………………….perhaps like me you should tally

…………………….your gripes —  tit for tat, the cheerless rule

…………………….of reciprocity. But as we are not equal

…………………….in years (you 62, me 50), better get going now

…………………….if we are to die together. How far ahead

…………………….I already am, taking you for my poems.

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…………………….by Therese L. Broderick

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