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Galaxies Rushing Away

I’m trying not to try to

get him into bed. Instead I try

but the husband flinches when I

and flinches when I say

I love you and I do love you but say

I’m meeting a woman named Kate. Then, off to the winebar, order

sancerre, nice summery white at $7/glass; he, me, and vast millions are fast,

—red shift getting redder, every galaxy

from every galaxy, vow, promise, primordial

atom—rushing faster, all on our way

to greater disorder.