No Duh


I think that I’m so smart but married twice,
two men it’s clear I didn’t clearly see.
And sure I paid a pained and heavy price,
but nothing made me plumb their mystery
until long after each had gone away.
A waiter tipped me off on that one’s drink,
and only recently did someone say
enough to make me note the other’s brink.

“Is there depression in your family?”
my baby’s bride inquired, and I said
“Not really. Some had strong anxiety,
or fear of crowds or driving cars instead.”
But then she pointed at my children’s dad.
Of course. That wasn’t anger. He was sad.

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