I Confess that I Painted the Green Table

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I wrote this poem about seven years ago, then stumbled on it this morning. This time around it was a reminder of how closely we are bound to the good and bad times of the past.

I must confess
I painted the green table
and the yellow chairs,
the ones
we bought when we were first married
fifteen years ago
when my stomach was fl…