Without Even a Glance Backwards

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By John Brantingham

Halfway through
Gore Vidal’s elegiac
final memoir,
I realize
that the great man
must now be dead
that he slipped out
the side door
when my back was turned,
without asking my permission
or even telling me
he was going
to stay out all night.

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