My Other Life Poem By Peter Serchuk

My Other Life Poem By Peter Serchuk

1.
He owns a smoke shop, the bastard.
He reads books that take months to get through.
He says, Go ahead, live a little, to strangers
when they sniff an expensive cigar.
This is the man who lives my other life.
A master of smoke and other disguises.
2.
A miserable failure, he covets nothing
I envy: Not the women or the money,
not the hot thigh of success.
He admires my persistence, the leather of my skin.
He admires my insistence on answers.
A man with a future, he says with a smile.
3.
I ask if I can help, mix the burleys and virginias,
sort the meerschaums and the briars.
I ask if I can sleep with his wife,
steal the love of his children,
drink the last of his brandy.
He laughs as if I’d made a joke.
He hands me the keys to his empty house.

My Other Life Poem By Peter Serchuk

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