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I watched Apollo 13 with you, marveling

at the ground crew’s loving calculations:

how much air and power they had per day,

per hour, after the broken ship exhaled

a shimmering cloud of oxygen into space,

which does not need to breathe.

Such useful lessons. How to use them now?

On Friday nights, you’re home, I have you

for two days, three nights, just sixty hours

to divide among my hands, my lips, back, belly,

trembling arms, each part ravenous, snatching

its full share.