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Not Elvis. Not Jesus. Nor,
I’m sorry, Mrs. Sam Delatorre.
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(it seems there wasn’t a wine or a wench
his happy tongue didn’t hope to appreciate), and,
later, Dean of St. Paul’s Cathedral: his sermons
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She had as many for herbal remedies
and the scents of those kinds of candles they sell
at shops that carry pamphlets of hexes.
Nobody understood why we were dating.
We were “so different.” Well some of my guy friends
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“Do you think we remember our past lives?”
Cleopatra was one. Somehow
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I joked: “You should date a cosmologist.”
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We were both right;
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