# How Many?

How many before him

He wanted to know

She thought before answering

Did she want him to go?

If the number is too high

Is he likely to leave?

If the number is too low

Will he even believe?

How many? , she wondered

How many more tears?

Must she cry to forget?

How many more years?

Will she ever run out?

Or will new ones replace

The gallons of memories

She wiped from her face

How many more poems?

How many more words?

How many more nouns?

How many more verbs?

Iambic pentameter

Is harder to write

Rhyming is a battle

Harder to fight

How many more shoes

Must she buy to pretend

That she’s happy…fulfilled

Will the cycle not end?

A new pair of Nikes

If the day is too tough

Jimmy Choo pumps

If that isn’t enough

How many confessions

To make herself clean

Hail Mary’s and Our Father’s

Absolution between

But sin found a way to her

Like a sot to a drink

And clung to her aura

Like indelible ink

How many around her

Must die…won’t she learn?

She’s dodging the bullet

When is her turn?

Their possessions and money

Surround her like a jail

And she’s an easy target

Like the head of a nail

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