3 Poems by Dawn Corrigan

THERE IS a MAN. Let’s call him D.
There is a woman. Let’s call her D., too.
D. wants D. to feel sympathy for him.
D. is willing, in theory, to feel sympathy for almost anybody, but if you want to move D., you should try to be colder. (As Chekhov might say.)
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