• There’s an old cat


    In the old house, Gelman,
    but you’re not there . . .

    I, sweeping the new house, you

    Locking the newer, towns

    away from the cat,
    each other, the nearest pharmacy.

    Far too old to want a knee, too

    blind; how is leaving her
    bowl white an end to this?


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