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Transference
Ignorance As Crime Is Punishment
When I think I've done everything right
And she points to the daub of red frosting left on the kitchen table
And the back of my ignorant knuckle, recounting the transference and
Where else have my hands committed transgressions I wasn't aware of.
When I think I've done everything right,
I wonder what other crimes I've unknowingly committed that she
Witnessed without remarking, what a felon she's married to. Wonder
Why she ever settled for a slob like me spreading wayward crumbs
About our shabby life, from here to our bed.
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