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what you mentioned that cracked us up
           till we sank again at the mattress
and sighed. Actually, we have been by no means

extra in love than we have been then,
            when the entire chemo, radiation,
the whole lot was once over. We

held fingers. Every now and then, I’d lean throughout
            to readjust your cannula
that will help you breathe. Every now and then, I’d dream

that we have been drifting down a river,
            neither folks noticing
that the river we have been drifting down

had grown too huge to look the shore
            on all sides. It’s only a dream,
I’d inform myself. However desires are how

we trip throughout the darkish, and why
            I heard the hiss of oxygen—
the plash of waves towards our bow—

when my thoughts became to you this morning,
            attempting to keep in mind, decade
after decade, what you mentioned.

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