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Three Hot Tears

jaw clenching and tightens
like a spring wound 
too tight 
electricity digs and burns 
at the teeth 
working up
to tear and scrape at the eye
a twitch and flicker
heat and fire

vision blurred
tightness in the throat 
and chest
breath uneasy, panicked

trying to
force cool sweet air
upon raising emotions
in deep slow breaths

finally, slow down, relax
except for three 
hot tears 
creeping down 
tightened cheeks, rock hard jaw
locked teeth

well David Patric
you've left me 
here alone . . . 
thirty years of friendship ends
and all I've got to give

three lousy tears
on a drive to Palmdale
to pick up my child

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