Please pardon this poem's appearance. Under construction!


I'll call her Hannah. Thirtyish.

Five years ago I met her.

In recovery along with my then-girlfriend

In a halfway house near Uphams Corner.


Hannah had lost something.

Or someone had stolen it.

“I can’t find my rosary. I’ve looked everywhere.

Shit, I liked that rosary!”


"I have two rosaries," I said. "Feel free

To look and take whichever one you'd like."


She asked me to repeat myself.


"I have two. You're entitled to one of them."

I took them out to show her, 

One from my pocket, one from my book-satchel.


She saw the string of common wooden beads

And the lovely chain of glittering blue beads,

Decided on the blue ones, turned to my girlfriend

And said, "Don't let this guy go. He's a keeper!"



Thomas DeFreitas


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Written on 2017-05-26 at 04:03

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Nice write. Interesting.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
You too are a story-teller. I wonder if "former" or "keeper" tells the rest of the story.


by Thomas DeFreitas