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7/8/22

cryptid in july poetry day 08, the grey man of ben macdui

 

a poem about the grey man of ben macdui

My wife is not dead
but I am

It worries me
that she is

still

breathing

Things can happen to her
you know

The night I left her

I walked to Waffle House

“Hello, nine
pancakes please”

“Oh GOD!”
The lady screamed and ran out of the building

That was embarrassing

That same night I tried
to steal a hot-air balloon
and leave town

My evanescent hands wouldn’t let me

Eventually I hitched a ride
with a flock of Willow Warblers
some 10,000 miles
to my new home

Every night I've spent
here in Scottland
I've cried

I can't remember my wife's name
no matter how hard I try

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