Now that I don't have a wife,
I walk my soul.
not her,
and talk to him,
not her.
But he won't stay still.
He runs away
like the tot
who once was me,
not her.
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Richard Seltzer
Richard now writes fulltime. He used to publish public domain ebooks and worked for Digital Equipment as "Internet Evangelist." He graduated from Yale where he had creative writing courses with Robert Penn Warren and Joseph Heller.
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