This is what Sharon Olds inscribed to me in her collection Satan Says.
At the end of the day, I am handed a package.
A thin, white priority mail.
I pull the tab, and a red bind hides inside
with the perfect, shapely
Sharon Olds signing.
I burst into tears, causing colleagues to stall in confusion.
Thank you.
Thank you, for knowing
with such a care.
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