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Susan Tepper

Drip

A drip from the eaves
into the gutter
has kept me awake
most of the night
it's been raining
my pillow is wet.
I dreamt Bobby Darin
came back after
forty years of silence.
What would Sandra Dee
do finding him jigging
to Mack the Knife
in her living room?
I miss you.
Even though we never had
a single intimate moment.
Would you notice
if I slipped away
quiet for
forty years.

Susan Tepper is the author of nine published books of fiction and poetry. Her two most recent titles are CONFESS (poetry from Cervena Barva Press, 2020) and a road novel WHAT DRIVES MEN (Wilderness House Press, 2019) that was shortlisted at American Book Fest. Other honors and awards include eighteen Pushcart Prize Nominations, a Pulitzer Nomination by Cervena Barva Press for the novel ‘What May Have Been’ (re-written for adaptation as a stage play to open in NY next year), shortlisted in Zoetrope Contest for the Novel (2003), NPR’s Selected Shorts for ‘Deer’ published in American Letters & Commentary (ed. Anna Rabinowitz), Second Place Winner in StorySouth Million Writers Award, Best of 17 Years of Vestal Review and more. Tepper is a native New Yorker. www.susantepper.com


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