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we run from the check at dinner
into a movie theater with modern
seats like sculptures

as the three protagonists
hold hands a fireball engulfs them
and the Earth 
and we who have known the
end from the first     weep 
the three of us holding hands 

across the seats I turn to
you and say finally a film where 
a depressed woman stars 
in the end of the world

what cleaves us 
this mantilla of doubt that any-
thing can be without 
mourning