And I am past
one anniversary that might cause grief,
spending it instead
in cosy love of a small animal
in the hermit cave I create from my home:
sweet retreat, on cold days or sad ones.
Having outlived
the husbands, the lovers,
and all of my animal companions
except this one, yet there’s delight
that most of my friendships
are still here, embodied. And I rejoice
in my many memories, worth staying alive for
as long as I can.
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