Countless
by Dawn Schout


The only song she remembers
hearing after she spent countless
hours with him in the truck
is “Who’s Cheatin’ Who.”

She likes to think of him
now as a prematurely bald man,
corpulent, confused,
suspenders hooked to his underwear.






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