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How to be alone

ISSUE:  Summer 2016

Not that you ever are. The small, rough 
dogs lie at your feet or warm your belly.
Who make bearable all that you must 
bear. What needs doing, regularly. You 
fear your life without them; the hawk 
perched on your roof, eyeing the
smaller. The larger, safe for now.


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