Six Valedictions for the Last Night I Loved You

For the band of panicked street cats               lapping spoiled soup I’d discarded                                             at the base of what I only knew               to call a Mexican rose, and for you, of course,                              dawdling on the lawn, bent over                                             a Walmart telescope, in search ofstars that are remotest—Andromeda’s                              ...

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