About a poet
you might
say—he's really
good at
being alone.
You might lie
low with your
head hanging
down
or look up at a shirt
on a door
that smells of her
& say she's gone
you might cry
either way
but one feels
better. I don't see
it that way, she said
on the phone
it's the truth
I said
I'm vanishing.
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