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Another Good Woman

Bart Edelman 55 Another Good Woman Question once more What life offers And all it is worth, As a parade of women— Small, tall, fat, thin— March through your house, Wearing nothing but skin. The clock’s distant tick Tocks a dangerous toll From which you find no relief, And the escape you planned Suddenly catches fire While flames race pell-mell Up the kitchen wall. You could call it quits And who would blame you? You could pull the alarm You installed by the bed, But even you know no one Enters a burning building Unless there is something to save. Take a deep breath, Utter a saint’s last name, And go about your business, As another good woman Shuffles through the smoke, Closing the door behind her. ...