On Myself

And yes,
I do love you
in some sort of
-well-
blasphemus way.

Where love equals pride
but you strive
to keep pride at bay!

poem by Jim Coby
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Plexiglass

As your father peered in
at us through the plexi-glass wall
and haunted the banks
that skirted our home
I was holding you in the back
of my mind and I realized
that it was entirely possible for a taxi-cab
to cris-cross Paris at least eight times
in one night
before we'd even notice.

poem by Jim Coby
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