Actaeon

yesterday at noon thin cypress shadows raking
the sun over the hills you ascended the stairs
at the house passing me with fewer than no words
and in the way your hair moved I noticed
sensed that something was different
there was only one look I expected nothing
and followed you – your sandals in the hallway
where you slipped out of your dress and were calm
your leather purse on the tile – I didn’t
bend myself down to it but instead
pushed the door to the shower open slowly – you sang out
in a shrill falsetto and I stared at you how you
over my back small
hands over blushing breasts then
knew you’d been with another man
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