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Departures

1.

From the fourth-floor studio apartment
belonging to my friend in New York
who locked me in when leaving
for the train to P-Town

I decided to depart via the fire escape
then descended to a floor under
construction where an Italian architect
escorted me with aplomb out the front door

into the pale hall from which I waltzed
to ground external key in hand
to re-enter on my own terms
and phone my friend

perhaps to learn psychology
by living the life not quite
my own and dream the fluid motion
of the borrowed streets in time

2.

The only love is sacrifice,
she told me. She told me,
too, that she loved me.
And that no one else

would have wanted
what I was: small, frail,
half chance all I had
to keep me here.

Baptism of gin eradicates
spirits irresistible to
spirits no one else loves.
How is it we are not quite

who we think we are
and thought we were?
Only from distance it looks easy
enough to be a child.2.

3.

If it is home one does not
leave there. Gravity
draws common ground
and sense to …

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