Friday, 24 January 2025

”One Poet to Another” Eloise Klein Healy


I see you got a Guggenheim.
I see you sold my book online.

I bought it back and now it’s here—
my signature addressed to “dear.”

Reclaiming makes us square at last.
We’re even now, oops! Not so fast—

that lover whom you took from me
in Venice, fall of ’83.


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