morning,
after making love, that
she had lupus.
she lit a cigarette
and leaned back
on the pillow
with her long legs
exposed.
don't worry about it,
she said.
it's not your problem,
it's mine.
we took a shower,
we dressed,
we ate breakfast and drank
coffee.
i told her that
Flannery O'Conner
had that, but
she refused to talk about it.
two weeks later
without even a farewell,
she moved.
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