crossed my black heart and
were just reaching out their arms
toward the light; then
you swooped in.
In 1799, in Kursk, a mid-sized Russian
town for the time, three dalmations
spawned cod. I only report it because
I was there.
In the same vein, out the other
I always say when asked
for my bona fides, I’ll be here
when you get home.
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