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S u s a n   L e w i s


Dear Nemesis


—most constant

& attentive—


(not that I don’t

appreciate the need for


discretion & its

many splendors)


+ Keats’ reminder that

this is the mother of that


+ a certain flattery

as every one needs


& everyone has

—in this mottliest of


possible whirleds

(in which company loves 


misery & any thing

on any scale is dropt


in the proverbial bucket):

like an impolitic virus


your satisfaction might

undo you.


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