Travelogue
Was it my fault
you lost your diamond earrings?
You said so.
A dozen hotel mornings,
packing again,
trying to meet itinerary deadlines
tightly coiled, breathless
hungover.
I might have scooped them
into a hotel room trash bin
in Rome, Geneva, Paris, or London;
you drop them anywhere,
or you may have left them
in one of a dozen vacated bathrooms.
Not that I am accusing you.
Try to relax, we are fully insured
for unforeseen eventualities
including divorce.
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