Poem.

Katie

She loves three things:
moving a stamp from adhesive
to envelope, luggage
with a loud silver clasp,
and an old jar as goblet. She hates
to think of her mother
in her separate bed;
she hates the phrase yes-or-no
and the pert requirements
of morning.

And I live without her.

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