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They didn’t tell me much at first
it took a while
but after a year they told me about my predecessor
I knew by then he had been popular
and an incorrigible flirt.
that was what I thought
had been led to believe
that’s were it began and ended they implied,
shrugging, a man surrounded by women – what do you expect?
they told me about him and Kathryn
seemed very friendly .. perhaps too much
and maybe
but both seemed happily married so maybe not,
the boss, a prime middle-class woman
of whom all claimed passion had passed by
received a phone call from Kathryn’s husband
“ your service manager is fucking my wife.”



Most of my life has been spent on the bench, occasionally called into the game by extravagance or attenuation. Waiting has turned a loner into a recorder - nondescript and inconsequential, more not noticed than overlooked - the non-vantage point of children not yet considered old enough to understand. Orphaned Islands (Un)poetry is a lifetime of picking anecdotes up and not throwing them away. Stories collected like odds and ends placed in a box in the basement, the garage, the garden shed - uncertain as to what their use might be but knowing that one day there might be one.