this night she had calm all over her
that quiet inhuman settlement
that they have before they jump
but she was approximate
I reached out for her there
she took my hand and came back
we ate a boiled cat together in the kitchen
then laughed till sunrise
now at noon she reads my tea-leavings
postcards fly in and out
and we mind them not
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