Apophasis at the All-Night Rite Aid Poem by Catherine Barnett

Apophasis at the All-Night Rite Aid



Not wanting to be alone
in the messy cosmology
over which I at this late hour
have too much dominion,
I wander the all-night uptown Rite Aid
where the handsome new pharmacist,
come midnight, shows me to the door
and prescribes the moon,
which has often helped before.

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