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Einstein's Undershorts
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He had a fondness for simple, unlettered women,
Peasant types that congregate in open-air markets,
Stopping at this stall to tell that tale and that stall
To tell this tale, women whose thoughts never seem
To escape the pull of gravity, but worship at the
Golden cow of here-and-now. Late at night, when
Fame comes off with the clothes, he was simply
Her Albert, and she an old-world wife, who
Preparing his meals and washing his shorts, saw
A part of him that others did not know, rising on
Dark winter mornings to cook his breakfast, stopping
To sit at the kitchen table, wetting a finger on her
Tongue and rubbing a soiled spot on her wrinkled
Blue housedress, never questioning for a moment,
The light-bending properties of love.

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Doug Tanoury
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September 1997

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