The fog went out today by ten.
She took the wash and hung it, then began
to paint again. She paints a thin, full-breasted
woman looking far away to some mountains.
Both the arms embrace a bear.
The calls begin about her house for sale—
her car, the kittens she’s giving away, the tables
with captain’s chairs—so she can pay
the surgeon, and the chemotherapist
she quit last month so she could paint.
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