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"Envy"
by Jeph Johnson
My beard has been through six 5 o'clocks.
The muscles I use to smile are broken.
The turtledoves and nightingales
hide from the starlings, crows and ravens
that pick through the garbage
outside the dumpster
I call the view away from you.
When you were mine, my beard was trimmed
and the muscles in my face ached
from the smiling kisses
I gave your soft lips.
All sorts of beautiful birds
sang in the trees.
Now you kiss him...
Yes, trees grew above;
Above me green leaves.
Now the only green is envy.
