No More

That a woman should so live for today that I am now to her like food long eaten, used, built into the body, and forgotten, though a month ago we together cried “today,” and wound a double helix of the limbs: at this I shout at those two in the park tonight, startling them closer, crazy man out of the night: “There is this much and there is no more: There is tonight and there is tomorrow!”

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