Joe Dolce: Three Poems
The Daughter That Still Loves Me
One out of two isn’t bad.
I haven’t spoken to her brother for thirty years.
She and I don’t see each other that often—on all
the major family-love days: birthdays, Christmas,
Father’s Day. (Sometimes
she forgets, but,
under the circumstances, that’s OK—the split
with her mother was ugly.)
But I think she has forgiven me
for abandoning her, or however kids
view separation, when one parent has to go.
My daughter loves me and I love her.
We never got divorced.
Joe Dolce
Noh Means Noh
Coffee is a girl who never tells a boy Noh.
Never take Noh for an answer.
Sometimes Noh is the kindest word.
There’s Noh place like home.
Noh pain, Noh gain.
Noh harm, Noh foul.
Noh way, José.
Where there is Noh vision, the people perish.
See Noh evil, hear Noh evil, speak Noh evil.
Noh Vacancy.
Noh Standing.
Noh child left behind.
Noh worries.
Noh man’s land.
Noh annual fee.
The Pub With Noh Beer.
Initially … Noh.
Noh BS.
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