lovlie

your bloody hearse
emptied me into a
minor heaven, the
barking of your
dog was lovlie.
your cat walked
parallel to my
breathing.   I
changed a flat
tire for you. I
understood your
need for other
things besides
me.    but what I
remember best
about you was
that you could-
n’t spell either.
now that’s some
memory to store
with the dirty
washrags.

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