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the perils

The perils
of living alone:
he can’t check my back
for moles, see things
close by I couldn’t see.

The perils
of living with me:
I couldn’t see
his cancer grow
close by, I couldn’t see.

So, I saw his heart
inside out
and, in doing so,
forgot to check
the other organs
close by. I couldn’t see.